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S L I C E D
Let us be true to one another I want it to be as if I was myself and you were my mirror Reflect, emotions, if only I knew Walk through dimensions clear as diamond Cut studded rings with flowery Things S l i c e d Into ribbons that adorn long brown hair and lacy Underwear Sexy scandalous sweaty slicked sweet Nothing He’s asleep, and I don’t mind Because I always told him I don’t play that way Passion is designed for married people he said Passion has nothing to do with sexual inclinations, elimination Of what I fear most, complete submission He’s asleep, and I don’t mind Just the way I like it He’s always turning corners That leads to other bends in roads that don’t end May I, run my hot pink manicured nails down his back And fantasize about making him Breathe so deeply, inhale my perfume Relax and drive the way he wants to? Passenger seat with the music low and hard, bass bumping Thudding against my thighs He’s not perfect, but the way his chest moves Is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen We are so young but it’s been ceaselessly ours He comes to visit me through my window As strange as it is familiar I can’t forget These kind of eyes
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