She had neon shoes, a precision hairdo, Make-up exactly one plus root five over two, Yet I saw nothing through her see-through dress, Except her other hair, well it was a mess, Her fragrant Guccis had attracted a swarm, Of parasite insects trying to keep warm. They ate at her sex until they drew blood, and I felt my heart being hit by a scud. I threw her a kiss and although it missed, it scared all the insects away, For she had the purity to gain the security, to keep Mr Gucci at bay.Birth sign: Aquarius
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