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By SterlingRose Date: 2003 Apr 29 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.29.06.01.21978]] |
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His woman's in a bottle all wrapped in blue and gold she give's him what he's needing at least that's what's been told. She glistens with a glowing that sets his heart on fire he sips on her for hours he never seems to tire she soothes and calms his patience with laid back flavored ale curls around his fingers to tell a taller tale He'd rather have her honey laced upon his lips than human arms, or human breasts or thighs and heaving hips He lies in bed for hours in the trance she fills his mind he rolls in waves of hunger for more of her each time What mortal fragile female could compete with lady gin why would she even try to she knows she'll never win For the lady in the bottle has a poison all her own that bites real deep, into his sleep like none he's ever known The euphoric sex he craves for each rushing, crushing time fills each vein, drives him insane his lady love sublime. |