She bathed with roses again
To mask the stinking odor that crawls
onto her every night and day
She wore her silky red dress
And her body, Oh! her perfectly carved body
The Gods have bestowed her such radiant beauty
But her skin is nothing compared to yours nor mine
'cause hers is like the skin of a deceased.
Face and neck filled with freckles but some really aren't
And her pink soft lips shed liquor
As the wind tickles her sensitive covering
Dark spots covered her body
but it led her back to heaven.
Her giggles sound so sweet but swear you'd hate it.
Morning and she's sinned
She found herself wearing nothing but skin
So she bathed with roses again
Doing her best to cleanse herself
But she got hundreds of Eros
and she's the only muse.
No matter how fast she runs
They'd still follow her.
She couldn't outrun her fate,
she's born to serve men
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 8:27 AM UTC
She bathed with roses again
To mask the stinking odor that crawls
onto her every night and day
She wore her silky red dress
And her body, Oh! her perfectly carved body
The Gods have bestowed her such radiant beauty
But her skin is nothing compared to yours nor mine
'cause hers is like the skin of a deceased.
Face and neck filled with freckles but some really aren't
And her pink soft lips shed liquor
As the wind tickles her sensitive covering
Dark spots covered her body
but it led her back to heaven.
Her giggles sound so sweet but swear you'd hate it.
Morning and she's sinned
She found herself wearing nothing but skin
So she bathed with roses again
Doing her best to cleanse herself
But she got hundreds of Eros
and she's the only muse.
No matter how fast she runs
They'd still follow her.
She couldn't outrun her fate,
she's born to serve men
