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On the run
She wants the key,
To unlock the door of an rebel
There he meets the girl,Girl perfect woman
He with a wavering charm she couldnt fathom
She stepped right in,
To feel an aura of carelessness
She could even see sin
And was anxious to confess
This feeling gave her brain an orgasm
She doesnt seek advice because it took over
He asserted her to think outside of a tv plasma
Instead made her world more colder
Because if loving him is a crime
Tribe and tribulation display's strength
All along she had been blind
I know it sounds crazy but...
If loving him had a prize
She wouldnt give it up
To unlock the door of an rebel
There he meets the girl,Girl perfect woman
He with a wavering charm she couldnt fathom
She stepped right in,
To feel an aura of carelessness
She could even see sin
And was anxious to confess
This feeling gave her brain an orgasm
She doesnt seek advice because it took over
He asserted her to think outside of a tv plasma
Instead made her world more colder
Because if loving him is a crime
Tribe and tribulation display's strength
All along she had been blind
I know it sounds crazy but...
If loving him had a prize
She wouldnt give it up
Published 13th Aug 2013
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Anonymous
13th Aug 2013 7:27am
I really enjoyed reading this soft and happy ink, Goldbrick. There's this calm and sensual tenderness about this write! Nice! Xo
18th Feb 2014 4:18am
