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By Acacia Submitted by unconditional Date: 2007 Jul 23 Comment on this Work [[2007.07.23.18.58.17623]] |
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Loves' confession Of lust in our bodies Temperature rising Steady hipnotizing the ways That we've confiscated from today's yesterday's As it tries to re-phrase Loves' confession of replaying lies in our minds It's steady changing constant vows Loves' saying things I'm not thinking bout now Love wonders how Loves' confession of cheating, deceitful thoughts Cuz you've never seen the card he clams he bought You ought' to confess love Rather than lie about being there You can't even kiss or touch her anywhere Only upstairs behind the locked door lies Loves' confession of sex asks why Don't reach if you can't grab Hit me on the ass and won't speak when you walk pass Loves' confessions' a B***h Just reading this poem should make you itch Make you sneeze, make you twitch Loves' confession tells tales The game you and I seem to play so well. |