Limp Salad Lust
By Abilene
I'm not here to eat you, Salad Lust I don't know what I'm Going to do with you. Those weren't really my nails Scratching your neck And the black hair in your eyes Wasn't mine. You sure ain't ripe for A person your size And now my body is known To yours. I think I could go to hell today I could try to talk myself out of it But I'd rather see your face, Because mine is full of guilt. Written November 27th, 2001 © on Nov 27 2001 07:34 AM PST 0 • 10
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"I'm not here to eat you,..."