with nothing on my mind
i see you walking by me
you've got a nice behind
your face belies your knowledge
of your carnal sin
your over whelming innocence
what exactly has been in
I know that twinkle smile
I know that little smirk
I know that familiar pattern
of whats gotten in you after work.
posted by F.G. Shaw @ 1:06 PM
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