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 From the Heart Through the Pen


“WTF, I got nothing to lose

I’m a slave to the way that you move


Told Miss Swift she’s not the only archer

Who can hit dead center

But she is the only

Who loves the way

I lick these lips

Wonder if she’ll realize

Why she has no sunken ships

The only with those comparable to mine

Size does matter

Cause they’re just that much more delectable

They’ll never catch on to these quips or 

The only who I’ll continually pull in close

Just for a taste

Certified quality is what this outfitter is known for

As she administers another dose

I think I caught her amidst another boast

As the hairs on the back of her neck

Anticipate similar strokes

The views I get 

As her eyes match the color of these coasts

Making the most of our limited time

I won’t get into the oaths we anticipate

Just the fact that she’s heels over head in amor

Trying but just cannot keep pace

Still I love how she’s original

Her hips’ rhythm cause my heart quakes

The only I’ll make this journey for

¥MOI¥  7 Jan 21


“Every time you touch me

I can tell you love me”...

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