You give me butterflies
Pretty eyes
I despise the way you look at you
It makes me feel sick of you
How dare you be so brutal?
Like every rebuttal
Drives the fire in the debate
So late we end up being
Because you start feigning
Ripping my shirt, touching, squeezing
Sir
I am a Lady.
Delicate and dainty
You beast!
You continue to slay me
Delicately taste me
Allow your senses to embrace me
I’m an experience
You can do more than taste me
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