I know what lack of love may do,
How angst and sadness will accrue
And joy and laughter die on cue
And leave you torn apart –
When eyes are bolts thrown from the blue
Fond hopes are killed and you will rue
You met me – oh, I know it’s true;
I won’t play with your heart.
Take off my dress to reach the dew
Between my thighs so you can brew
Hot passion while I fondle you –
Please – hug me for a start!
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