helen
Every day gets worse,
Locked in a vice my thoughts perverse
You must wonder why I look at you that way
Tonight i'll make my way into your house
I must; I'm lusting for your body
Skin looks tight, think I just might have
To take a bite, but I know one will turn
To three or four or more my little ho.












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