My girl’s got sleek, shining, green skin;
My girl’s got a soft and gentle chin;
She’s got red silken hair that puffs up;
And such sad eyes, she’s a real pup.
She’s got small little amber horns;
Oh, they make such cute thorns;
They’re not far from her pointed ears—
My girl has got no peers.
Out on the oscillating dance floor,
This girl, she rocks me to my core;
Her body moves ever so slowly;
She undulates to a rhythm unholy.
Her body rises and falls in all the right places;
She only dresses in soft scarlet satin laces;
She wears a heart tattoo on her ass,
So you know that she’s got a lot of sass.
She wears long leather black boots;
She attracts all the wrong brutes;
Love is dark and strange, and out far—
She attracts all the wrong brutes;
Love is dark and strange, and out far—
When your living near a different star…
Imaginative
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A fine romance!
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Thanks a lot
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real poem..i just finished writing how to write a poem!! good share..picture is good..where u got it
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Thank you forstopping by my blog.
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My pleasure….so much delicious recipes 😍🤗 mouth watering 😋😋
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This was a fun read. Very creative!
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Thanks 🤗💞
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