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By coujeaux Date: 2004 Jan 05 Comment on this Work [[2004.01.05.14.30.19187]] |
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Come onto me, innocent way, but there's history in her hipsway, spinclock tales o' to and fro, Flutterfingered sampling a-felt became the giveaway to her no-not-me svelte, and off they go. Said I'm gonna tickle your pink, so tell me what you think; she purred, one finger went astray, Didn't seem all that shocked when her backdoor got unlocked; said she loved to love this way. So she isn't all that pure, maybe once we all were, and I wonder if she thought I'd never dare, As she experienced twofold barrage of the netherland massage, she got my answer right there. Respectable people, cover ears, eyes; you're in for a nasty surprise about how it's really done, Better now to slam the door on what you declare to deplore than see revealed degenerative fun. Take the examples I've set and personal expectations I've met, then spread it raw, far and wide, Your sons and daughters have become innocent slaughters to the seductive lure of sensual pride. Oh, I should ashamed of my life, so untamed; tell me again how I've become corrupted, stained, Waving finger in my face as you lecture me about disgrace or the wisdom I should have attained. Many methods have tried, failed as human desire has always prevailed; we want to know the sin, Believe you a damnation text we're cursed by what comes next; ourself, fulfilled prophecy within. Some criticize the women for our temptation, 'cause under covers are delightful gardens to seed, While others would throw the cause upon men who only seek to satisfy their wanton, lusty greed. If you ask me, it doesn't really matter who begins the ritual; everyone wants to come out to play, And as I lay hands upon she understands where we've gone; now is no time or place for naïveté. |