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