PUTTING *HIM THROUGH THE WRINGER OF MY LOVE PT 2 (OS DE ECHO, DEY—[?]OH MY ECHO IS THIS WAY)
Okay, so you want to be the Commander
of my lips, eh—[?] The message of my
universe: I seduce with my Grecian
body is for thee & I am truly not a—
Oh, teasing you now with the Quease of an Earthquake,
shanks you with my sensuality. I know,
I know, this is exciting to You, for the jewels of
my come-ons are truly Treasures like the *setae
between your Legs bare a bearish Smile with me
now mymymy Wife shall never know that I am
the Jester of your Loin-Courting You with my
brilliant Booty scrolled in a Fool’s Gold. Yesyes,
that’s it: stretch your Muscular Hips just so & call
me a Woman moving around in Thine eyes is
the Image of thee jumpin & jumpin creating
change in my Diapers are made of the finest
silk stalkings are the Promise from Thy to Thee
that I shall devilishly dervish You till you’re
warped in my arms embrace Thy Universe is
of the most corrugated Desire to coagulate
you, in my Joy is that
of an Unruly Child
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You have an amazing Booty, if somewhat
terrifying in it’s massive strength
is a Well in which I desire to launch my
torpedo, is parched. Although I am doughy,
I suspect you don’t mind me asking: have you
ever loved someone for just who they—
Scratch that. I will do it to you with the utmost
respect: is a Seven letter word meaning: cook
for me, a Man so that I might dine with you
alone, letting all our Troubles fly out
the Window is where I first saw You wanting
me so bad to be in Love, when it’s cold in your
scolding eyes smolder me to the Thought “I wish
I would just die” if 1) you were to loosen your
girdle is thy golden apple 2) You are incredibly
strong, even when you cry, in this City, I’ve
never felt so deep & safe as when I watch you
ripping them other Bitches with your—
do not play with my Heart, has something to
say: (I’m a dirtydirty
birdie) Have what you will to want is that
badbad Bitch is the Body of Mine
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Alright bitch, so my Love is whimsical
(-ly) charging towards you like a gaggling
chorus of girls & not one of them has
yet to become my fucking Wife. Shhhhh….&
just drink from my Horny Tsunami rushing towards You
is that which will satiate my inflated pores, clearly
need to breathe more desperately, I am laying
in bed, pounding alone, (pounding) because I
cannot help my crush on You is an unhealthy
Wench, sweating & sweating in the stupid
nature of these droppings shall be our
need to breathe more desperately, I am laying
in bed, pounding alone, (pounding) because I
cannot help my crush on You is an unhealthy
Wench, sweating & sweating in the stupid
nature of these droppings shall be our
divine mutual accommodation
