Sex upon my command, A no flash in the pan- Jokester concealing his real intention- Undressing the man-eater next door- -With circus acts and handcuffs- Alabaster girl looking for ethnic love- She’s on my magic carpet ride- Moving along a perfect incision- From her unbuttoned shirt- To her freon free landing strip- -Touching her yaya with a careful index fingertip- Below, a billion mechanized neon robots, smile on cue- They’re colluding to take over the world- And I’m helping them- -One bitch at a time- Hitch a ride and don’t ask questions- About the foreskin on her Double D breasts- Machinating this beautiful freaky thing- Is like a machete through a paper thin heart- She was femme fatale– In Faust’s corner of the ring- A prizefighter- But today she lays there, content- Pumped at my behest- With love tickles in her panties-Birth sign: Libra
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