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She didn't know what she wanted

And I didn't know how to give it to her

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Would you be afraid

To be sweet

If I was there in the flesh meat

Like tenderly

Touching your face

After fucking at

Break neck pace

Soft kisses and hard spanks

Until we've got nothing

In our tanks

I'd feel more

Than your body

Staring contest

Our brand new hobby

It could be a cinch

Don't flinch

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They always say

You get used to the sadness

Comedy or tragedy

What to call the madness

Gladness

Maybe have some

And next time you get a chance

Don't be so dumb

Come

Let's get far away

Could use a little sappiness

Learn to deserve

Happiness

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Waitin' up late

Just for the bants

Just for a glance

Just for a chance

She makin' me

Lose sleep anyway

Daydream through the day

Kill time 'til we play

Me gonna

She gonna

We gonna see

If things were real

Still feel

Will steal

The moment

#writing #poetry #rap

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On the edge of honesty

On a bench

On the shore

Of the Super Sea

Late night you and me

Pitch black velvety

Orange dome

At our backs

Waves crash steadily

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I know that you know

A classic

Princess Bride scenario

First move no move

Let the groove

Play out in stereo

Let them ponder while the

Heart grows fonder

Hold back until

Someone can't wait longer

Stronger

That's what they always say

What doesn't kill you

Always makes you

Pay another day

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Be mean sweet

Queen bee treat

Buzz your bumble buns

Against this

honey glazed meat

Rough love slaps

In between naps

Keeps you coming back

With that nectar on tap

Trapped

Snap snap

Fuck why'd you wake me

Thicky bumbledy was about to slake me

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Too many chores

Not enough snores

Don't need sleep for

Pining by the shores

Steep hills late bills

Glass fills night kills

Wind chills icy sills

Sawing logs lumber mills

Awake more heart sore

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Approach an ancient door

Unknown power behind

Chiseled with our lore

Unlikely to refind

Be the sleeping giant

A voice in my head

Awaken awaken

Up out the daisy bed

Chicken arise

Syrup sheets

Bed pancakes

Cutie brunch size

Sweet meats

Creamy thigh shakes

Late breakfast dreams

Pass the ketchup

An obscene buffet scene

Past the mess up

Order up

The door swings both ways

Shorter cups

That's more shots

With a side of blaze

#writing #poetry #rap

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Now-but then

Oh what a sin

So you really wanna

Go back there

Again

Way back when

A little more than ten

Years tears beers

Merely grinding gears

Sincere

inviting leers

We were giving into fears

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