Eventually I'll know
The dirty things you hide inside
Spread anxiously before me
Till I find nothing to hide
I've developed quite a habit
And it's all because of you
Only stopped to smell the roses
But kept getting high on you
You can tell me how you like it
Or just let this take its course
Ride it out til our frustration
Leaves us dripping wet and hoarse
Clutch my hand for you're my
Partner in this lustiest of crimes
Always one to find the sweeter
Spot and turn my words to rhymes
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2016
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