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By CryingShame58 Date: 2003 Apr 14 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.14.00.58.28455]] |
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Whether it was in a crowded room or our children near by, You snickered and winked and said with a deep sigh... "Give me my medicine" is what you always said, When you wanted me & needed me in our bed. How many times have i asked if you are okay? Only for you to flash me that Popeye smile and say... "Need my medicine, it's what keeps me alive"... "Got to have it by the end of the day, or I might die". Oh how i would blush to think someone might figure, That you desired me and not the cough liquor. To laugh & tease about giving you an over dose. All the while I knew in your pants what really rose. |