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Treasure
Like a boy she arrived, her body
her language, her strokes, her lust
She or He, in a minute she speaks
withering out is a disease
I and my lust, speaks within
am I or are you, coward who!
staring at the clock, tumbling on top
struggling with my whims
naughty & naughty, bed & room
this is what we are, searching treasure
out of the world!
She gently passes her parse
I & my ego, strangling or dangling
jumping or dumping, the end
without bare, with wire
only love affair the ice melts
with the lap, nothing over
in the lap - sweet story with Glory.
Wish you all a Happy New Yearv In Advance.
© mystiic
her language, her strokes, her lust
She or He, in a minute she speaks
withering out is a disease
I and my lust, speaks within
am I or are you, coward who!
staring at the clock, tumbling on top
struggling with my whims
naughty & naughty, bed & room
this is what we are, searching treasure
out of the world!
She gently passes her parse
I & my ego, strangling or dangling
jumping or dumping, the end
without bare, with wire
only love affair the ice melts
with the lap, nothing over
in the lap - sweet story with Glory.
Wish you all a Happy New Yearv In Advance.
© mystiic
