There is this girl is made in god’s image, perfection
With eyes bright and shine like gold
Whose voice is silver and soprano
Causing my body to become deader than a mackerel.
Her beauty makes me feels as if I don’t need any of those other sluts
When she looks at me across space with appeal in her eyes,
Making me feel as if we are perfectly adjusted sexually.
She makes my mind take wild leaps and centrifugal plunges,
Despite the occasionally cat-o-nine-tails every month
I love her; with her I’m thinking the world is free.
1 comment:
Expurgate the prose please. Just about three words need to go. Otherwise. It works. Do it as quickly as possible. thanks. - elmeer
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