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- Age 33
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- Seen Nov 23, 2023
Mildy rated for a few "references".
Before you were saved
The days would pass, she'd shreak
yet another demand from her possessive beak;
Yell, she crabs at your ear,
be on you,
like acid with glue.
Do blondes really have the most fun over here?
Oh woe, she calls for you again,
she demands that you proclaim your love
every 15 seconds, spew artificial words
from your tongue - they taste more bitter than sweet.
Yet you knew from the start,
that dazzling cheat.
O' fool so blinded, had you have seen
the pain she'd wrought on your heart so keen
you'd ignore the scorn, crawl under her shield,
pray you'd escape her lie, hope you shall be healed.
You're doomed to feel her touch so deep in your mouth;
Only to feel the heated taste of another man's tongue
She was close to harming you, oh innocent one.
To shroud insecurity if she but lift a tress.
Worried that any brawl of a sort,
would be blabbed to the press.
My fortune glitter your feelings,
I say "Be risen from the mouthful she raved"
Close to ruining you, her shameful face.
Her breath would've still been down your neck,
before you were finally saved.
Before you were saved
The days would pass, she'd shreak
yet another demand from her possessive beak;
Yell, she crabs at your ear,
be on you,
like acid with glue.
Do blondes really have the most fun over here?
Oh woe, she calls for you again,
she demands that you proclaim your love
every 15 seconds, spew artificial words
from your tongue - they taste more bitter than sweet.
Yet you knew from the start,
that dazzling cheat.
O' fool so blinded, had you have seen
the pain she'd wrought on your heart so keen
you'd ignore the scorn, crawl under her shield,
pray you'd escape her lie, hope you shall be healed.
You're doomed to feel her touch so deep in your mouth;
Only to feel the heated taste of another man's tongue
She was close to harming you, oh innocent one.
To shroud insecurity if she but lift a tress.
Worried that any brawl of a sort,
would be blabbed to the press.
My fortune glitter your feelings,
I say "Be risen from the mouthful she raved"
Close to ruining you, her shameful face.
Her breath would've still been down your neck,
before you were finally saved.
