Traverse
Finally
someone who understands me
Leaves me breathless
doesn't tease me endless
I think
The way that they are
I am quiet
They are far
I think
The way that I am
I feel dry
I think of my humor then
Tempo
I think it is ending
I wanted to find you
I am left standing
Quite peculiar
the notion that you are
so turned on by the touch of a spirited ring
Quite a fling
Quite
I think
I know you are so much devoted
to the life of the noted
Like me
You are free from the restless tree
dominatrix
how dare you mate this
Make me
I think of all the things that take me
By surprise I am taken
I think you like me
but then again fake me
the thing is so do other lies
they make me do all kinds of breaking ties
I think
Therefore I cry
I think therefor...I die
Trust me
I think it is something so lust me
I think
Verb me
I have nothing to add here,
squirt me
I think
Therefore you are defient
I am
Therefore you are such a client
I like the way you think
I like the way you breath
I think...wait that is not the thing
I wanted
I quite am exhausted.
Copyright © Andrey Peysin | Year Posted 2013
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