Borrowed for an afternoon
Another’s praises are your tune
You hum it while I loose your bra
Unaware of what you are
Some others dinner lunch and tea
On into eternity
To me you’re just a piece of beef
For me to love with all my teeth
While you another do exhault
I rub against you with my salt
And see you oozing out the juice
Careless it’s not any use.
- Author: Jabberwocky ( Offline)
- Published: December 27th, 2019 08:17
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 35
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