Love selfish fickle Platonic (Remove filter)
Like a cigarette
Bro,tell me please
To your heart's content
Enjoying a French kiss
In squeezing out
The nectar of their lady-hood
Not remiss,
Are the lasses
A cigarette
For a while you keep
By your chest
To burn them to ashes
And ignominiously
Squash them down
Under your heels?
Tuesday 6th October 2015 8:15 am
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