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 Feb 2015 Synner90
variantguy
Your lips
Your eyes
Tell dangerous
sweet lies
to me.

Your *******
Your thighs
Are the places
I fantasize
to be.

Your whispers
drown her cries
As morals
cease
to be.

I give in
Don't realize
I'm your prisoner
And you won't
Set me free.

— The End —