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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Oct 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.07.18.43.32123]] |
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Lost trust in my eyes this mornin' over caffeine; she steamin' through that negligeé, Can't be sure if I was cryin' or feelin' my face melt in awe as she sent a wink my way. Milk does a body good for sure; got to be somethin' in the water that make her grow, Heard 'bout sugar, spice, everything nice, but how much further ahead can those go? Now I got to admit most don't like it one bit, seein' cover for her book before I read, Before you scold me nobody ever told me how her mind's supposed to take the lead. Ugly truth of the matter is the beautiful have got the look an' got the hook and use it, Heard it said many times that it's of no use to anyone in hibernation, so why refuse it? In my own experience I've had Gorgon witches, spiteful bitches and powdered whores, Then given a finger to anyone who dared linger if they couldn't fit through double doors. Might sound overly cruel but she isn't supposed to drool, scratch her humps and squeal, When the only way to stop her is to grab a pail and slop her, I don't spring for the meal. Many were those nights where I sampled delights of every shape and size, should I rue? Walk back down the path of my regrets, there are indeed many, none of which I'd undo. Once was a sweet boy, tender hearted, but in his place, dearly departed, am I, but how? Perhaps I've only been as bad as the instruction I had, but that's no excuse for me now. A perfect woman craves me as much she enslaves me; don't assume I've lost my nerve. You say what you please but I know when she tease, I get so much more than I deserve. |