Strange
Pulling parts against the will
lust leads on so damn still
I borrowed her heart and pain
She quietly left a soul stain
Breathing out the inside track
A love filled man-o-sack
Portions play into her skin
I long to be her only sin
Bursting stars fall beneath her dress
Silk and lace argue and then confess
A dream pours tears upon her bareness
While I lust deep within her weirdness
Copyright © Mike Schminski | Year Posted 2006
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