Liquorices is thy tongue as sweet bubble gum,
Just as she told me last, wearing a frown for a mask,
Overcoming her needs was great indeed, oh what a wondrous task,
All are not as they seem, be conscious of the one who stares,
As light hit my newly opened eyes, I remember the day,
Her face seem shiny, sparkling eve, her skirt began too sway,
Softly her hands met cheek of mine, lips introduce, eyes could only pray,
Legs glisten with a potent glow, those hands, my back knees give way,
Temperature rises just as spring seasons and clothes go their way,
No…Stop…NO…Ooo…
From black to white no fade.
Exotic and tasteful, not overly ripe. xo
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Oh you like that oldie from my college days. 🙂
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I appreciate the subtlety of the verse, yes.
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Thanks
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