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Sweet Surprise

By Soul Churner

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

You make me willful, Dressing out into your world. Come modify me Into a motif of lewd expressions. I'll be your canvas. Come paint me in your words. We can be outlandish, Drinking into a lust unsobered. Seducing me to induce me Into your wave of mobility, Transforming into hands that are coherent, Acquiring this knowledge By knowing my soul.Yeah, talking about an orgasm here. Well, kind of. You have to know me to know my body. This is what it's really saying. Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jan 07 2002 05:27 AM PST, wendy tyler    18 • 0 • 10

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