She liked him And I would Watch her Twirling about The room Oh! How does This one look? Or maybe this? And I would Search her Over for any Imperfection My eyes always Stopping on Those perfect French manicured Toes I loved her And I would Sit through All those Dinners and Movies And late night Tirades All her Insecurities On full display And I would Ignore How he always Seemed to Look at me So obvious But never to Her He liked me And I knew I could use it So one night He came over While she was Still at work And I let her Walk in on Me on top My foot in His mouth And other Parts Somewhere Else She hated him And me But friendship Has a way Of working Things out And one night She leaned Her head on My chest And said I feel safe Here Then she rolled Over and I Got my chance To taste those Tiny little toes And now I know She loves me And nothing Will come Between us AgainBirth sign: Aquarius
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