Midnight Tryst
It was around midnight when she opened my door
I knew exactly what she'd come for
Cause she'd done it many times before
She couldn't be sated she always wanted more
I became accustomed to these midnight trysts
I had what she craved, she couldn't resist
She always turned me on when she opened my door
But I kept my cool as my drawers she explored
She'd come to me for ice cream
With her eyes all agleam
Then a cold glass of lemonade
With the apple pie she made
Then after a while she lost her appetite
I heard her say that she was on a diet
So the midnight trysts came to an end
I was just the refrigerator she used to call friend!
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