My Voice
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Scattered thoughts tumble from my tongue,
fall in your lap
and fold neatly between
trouser creases.
You gesture
and nod appropriately,
feign concern, all the while
dark eyes speak volumes to my breasts.
And Suddenly I realize the only way
you could understand me less is
if we were married.
Scattered thoughts tumble from my tongue,
fall in your lap
and fold neatly between
trouser creases.
You gesture
and nod appropriately,
feign concern, all the while
dark eyes speak volumes to my breasts.
And Suddenly I realize the only way
you could understand me less is
if we were married.
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