Lips of fire.
I think you'd have me-
Not my place to
feel
betrayed.
Not my claim.
Attachment in other places-
and you to the thong (the prong).
I think you just like
my Shoes.
As long as they're strappy.
Just as long as they're
strappy.
Strapping Boy.
Not my claim.
You'd like to have me
but only for the
Wet
of my lips.
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