Don'T Kiss and Tell
Stan's plan might be to kiss and tell
To raunchy stories find and sell,
She not the type, who judged things well,
When lips failed a secret its cell...
And she's got to protect her shell:
Not the end if privacy spell,
Lust not listen to its hit bell,
Rid of her Passion's thick smell.
"How sweet is a comforting hell?
I wont again in East-Street dwell.
An ignited love burst and fell.
Spice had seen Stan begin to swell
In his hands for drumming a snell;
And what's that, if not death knell?
Should'nt they die who'd kissed and told,
The subject matter; Spice too cold?
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