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You always scoop me up with a smile and a wink. I can't help the smirk that comes in sync, You open your broken door to let me in You're straight out of work and you still hold the scent of the day on you, and we're spent but still I stay on you. And I don't need to know, but I'll ask "How was it?" while you're driving through our cities, for you, I wasn't just a way, I knew. I stare at the green patches and the spills of blue, we listen to the radio and I listen to you, lips glisten as grass and morning dew, tongues run along them fast, and we have a clue, and we glance way up ahead, as the cars come to a slow you lean over and press them to me, under the red glow You've a hunger and my lips abundant- a feast, for plunder, and it's no wonder under the disguise of your caddy sedan, you're the man whom I call daddy, a ***** man with a solid plan and we'll drive by some thirty friends, and park down and around the bend, and scramble in through your basement door even though it's no secret anymore We'll say hello to your mother, pretty sure she knows I'm your lover- and though I hide the shame cause I don't wanna be lame My name in your parted mouth And you in mine, hard down south, makes for an even better night than kissing at all of the red lights.
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
Kissing at all of the red lights
You always scoop me up with a smile and a wink. I can't help the smirk that comes in sync, You open your broken door to let me in You're straight out of work and you still hold the scent of the day on you, and we're spent but still I stay on you. And I don't need to know, but I'll ask "How was it?" while you're driving through our cities, for you, I wasn't just a way, I knew. I stare at the green patches and the spills of blue, we listen to the radio and I listen to you, lips glisten as grass and morning dew, tongues run along them fast, and we have a clue, and we glance way up ahead, as the cars come to a slow you lean over and press them to me, under the red glow You've a hunger and my lips abundant- a feast, for plunder, and it's no wonder under the disguise of your caddy sedan, you're the man whom I call daddy, a ***** man with a solid plan and we'll drive by some thirty friends, and park down and around the bend, and scramble in through your basement door even though it's no secret anymore We'll say hello to your mother, pretty sure she knows I'm your lover- and though I hide the shame cause I don't wanna be lame My name in your parted mouth And you in mine, hard down south, makes for an even better night than kissing at all of the red lights.
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
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