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Phone What?

Contributed by lilschizoboy07 on Friday, 8th July 2005 @ 01:38:08 PM in AEST
Topic: insomniac



The way your tongue moves
to make those sounds
when you move it up and down
and roll it around
syllables so profound
come from lips that are so brown
make me hotter than anytime before the sun goes down
I wanna say some things toyou
let me whisper in your ear
telll you somethin' that you might be scared to hear
test all your boundaries and throw away my fears
let me hold you with my voice
I'll stow away your tears
or you can tell me how your day's been, dear
I can even help you pick a career
I can satisfy you when you feel "wierd"
or just massage your rear
cuz no matter what you ask of me
my thoughts will be clear
you can read me like a book
Or I can do the same
and back off if I got you shook
cuz I'd rather speak to you when you sane
but not necessarily tame
cuz I can deal with a little nasty on your brain
I got some juicy words that your little mind can drain
or can you say suckulent?
My only question is can you hang
or do I need to hang
a little lower to earth?
I know this hearth where I've been raised
is where I should remain
or is it?
For I know that most embers go out whe they leave the fireplace
but could I be one of those that catch, and start a blaze?
Or will I just go in and out like any other kind of phase
just annoy you and go away
like a pimple on your face
that's the thing about phone sex
it never leaves a trace.




Copyright © lilschizoboy07 ... [ 2005-07-08 13:38:08]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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