A Song Without Sound
I know you don’t write
So I’ll write for you
I’ll do things right
E’thing, E’day just for you
I don’t forget things
… the special ones found in you
The eyes, ass, hips and lips
…can’t imagine enough of you
But yeah, I’m dating you without you
I’m in love with just me in it
E’day I wish for opposites
Good things are good but
not without pain in the butt
Copyright © Osizimetor James Inobemhe | Year Posted 2020
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