Lemme roll your body in papers, inhaling the vapors as I set your nerves aflame.
Getting me high from the valley amidst your thighs, it’s arousing how you moan my name.
Got me on cloud 9 from the way your head is blowing mine, these lips should come with a warning.
Growing in length, your warmth gives me strength, the kitty just lost a life: now we’re mourning.
Wood morning, I meant good morning, can I bother you for some breakfast in bed.
Craving to taste what you harbor beneath your waist, no scrambled eggs..I’ll take scrambled legs instead.
Now you got my blood rushing, your ocean is gushing, I’m sure you noticed my anchor’s heft.
And although this killing was premeditated from the moment I ate it, not guilty was the verdict bc that kitty has 7 lives left.
Where words have no boundaries.
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