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By B.K. Date: 2005 Jun 23 Comment on this Work [[2005.06.23.23.45.440]] |
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You slip the tip of your tongue Start at the base of my spine Slowly working up While you slyly mess with my mind I pretend that you're not there That I don't even care You then cover the inside of my arm With that same lip charm All the way from my elbow To the soft pads of my fingertips Oh but I can be the Queen of Mean Brutal pretending you don't even exist Until you look at me with such fire in your eyes Letting me know you won't put up with this You then take me into your arms Tilt me back into tango bliss Knowing you have unlaced my mind You then poison my mouth with your kiss (c)bk..2005 |