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Thursday, April 17, 2008

Boys are Dumb -- desire

I desire...?

back beat dark alley jazz/I am channelling Amsterdam and secreted thigh touches
--yes veebs is in the bathroom--
the badzimmer
but dutch
man both of you are blonde and its creeping me out
I desire touch down break down the bass touch fly touch/smoke and mirrors/the illusions of togetherness/
--yeah veebs went home to bed--
the moon is rising
I desire my ex in the reflection bdeside me/I am kickin on this beat/waiting for my moment to jam/but your lips are carrying me out that door before my chance even comes/I to my hostel and you to your hotel your girlfriend your wife your might as well be knife
If I had known them how we would end -- your cock -- never would've been touched -- you couldn't believe how I liked it rough -- secret weekend visits -- oh killer filler conversation -- finally figured out you didn't care anyway
I desire, no, require you to learn
you can't dress another girl
in Her clothes
that playtime equals passion
but passion doesn't always equal playtime.

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