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Choose 1 of 2
Choose 1 of 2:
Number 1
I am burning, electricity is radiating in me, I am on fire, I am shaking, and I need you-to rip into me
I want to feel you: inside . . . all around: now damn . . . you’re in my mind
You did it: that’s two, thanks allot . . . now I have got to choose
There’s something: something . . . about you
I feel like I am looking into a prism: you’re fucking addictive
A beautiful ripe delicious piece of man: made for a passionate slut like me
I see warnings: saying I should stay away, from you . . . they are emitting, from all over you
I always been drawn, to the dangerous
Honey: I want you- I think you can handle, all the bad things . . . I like to do
You went from one hundred twenty three with me; to a million and sixty
Your good for all the fun things, I enjoy doing
You can be vicious
I don’t have to work: to pull it out in you
You got the bite: can I bite back? Before you answer
Remember . . . you haven’t seen my teeth- yet
I like the blood daddy: and I like it if you can pull it out . . . in me
Yes: you did it . . . I am thinking, and I am thinking, I can’t stop thinking- of you
Where have you been: I searched for a man like you?
Now… now… now… I have to choose: between 2, of you?
Now… now… now… you’re here, and I am confused: what do I do?
Will I look like a child . . . just going straight to you?
You’re a sexy, you’re literate, you’re strong, you’re a complex man, you’re an artist, and you’re crazy
Like me
Number 2:
We are so far apart, you are the first to enter me: to touch my mind, and conquer my heart
Baby:
There is another, who is equally unique: in a settle way… almost as crazy, as you and me
I think of our kisses: and how fucking deep you burned into my soul… when you do what you do
Why does a girl have to choose?
What if I decide: I don’t want to… I don’t want to choose
You opened the door for me- I opened the door for you
I miss your touch: I feel naked without it
I need your love: I feel empty without it
I want to be fucked baby: I need your dick
I want to burn in this fire tonight… do you want to burn with me
I have to choose . . . how a girl does this I don’t know? Not when, I want to love the both of you
You’re so sensual, artistic, desirable, passionate, and fucking crazy… you got a piece of evil in you: and I
Love— what that fucking demon can do
Why does love: have to be this, or that . . . choose?
Why can’t it just be: what it is, and as easy as that . . . choose?
Why does it have to happen like that . . . choose?
Why can’t it just be as simple as: just do it?
Like the sun: warming my cold wet body… as it touches me
After a long afternoon swim… and the salty sea
The burn: and the sting in my eyes . . . Choose
The sun licking me dry: and the breeze turning me on
Why does love: have to be this or that . . . choose?
Why can’t it just be what it is: and as easy as that?
Why does it have to happen like that . . . choose?
Why can’t it just be, as simple as . . . ?
Lori
Number 1
I am burning, electricity is radiating in me, I am on fire, I am shaking, and I need you-to rip into me
I want to feel you: inside . . . all around: now damn . . . you’re in my mind
You did it: that’s two, thanks allot . . . now I have got to choose
There’s something: something . . . about you
I feel like I am looking into a prism: you’re fucking addictive
A beautiful ripe delicious piece of man: made for a passionate slut like me
I see warnings: saying I should stay away, from you . . . they are emitting, from all over you
I always been drawn, to the dangerous
Honey: I want you- I think you can handle, all the bad things . . . I like to do
You went from one hundred twenty three with me; to a million and sixty
Your good for all the fun things, I enjoy doing
You can be vicious
I don’t have to work: to pull it out in you
You got the bite: can I bite back? Before you answer
Remember . . . you haven’t seen my teeth- yet
I like the blood daddy: and I like it if you can pull it out . . . in me
Yes: you did it . . . I am thinking, and I am thinking, I can’t stop thinking- of you
Where have you been: I searched for a man like you?
Now… now… now… I have to choose: between 2, of you?
Now… now… now… you’re here, and I am confused: what do I do?
Will I look like a child . . . just going straight to you?
You’re a sexy, you’re literate, you’re strong, you’re a complex man, you’re an artist, and you’re crazy
Like me
Number 2:
We are so far apart, you are the first to enter me: to touch my mind, and conquer my heart
Baby:
There is another, who is equally unique: in a settle way… almost as crazy, as you and me
I think of our kisses: and how fucking deep you burned into my soul… when you do what you do
Why does a girl have to choose?
What if I decide: I don’t want to… I don’t want to choose
You opened the door for me- I opened the door for you
I miss your touch: I feel naked without it
I need your love: I feel empty without it
I want to be fucked baby: I need your dick
I want to burn in this fire tonight… do you want to burn with me
I have to choose . . . how a girl does this I don’t know? Not when, I want to love the both of you
You’re so sensual, artistic, desirable, passionate, and fucking crazy… you got a piece of evil in you: and I
Love— what that fucking demon can do
Why does love: have to be this, or that . . . choose?
Why can’t it just be: what it is, and as easy as that . . . choose?
Why does it have to happen like that . . . choose?
Why can’t it just be as simple as: just do it?
Like the sun: warming my cold wet body… as it touches me
After a long afternoon swim… and the salty sea
The burn: and the sting in my eyes . . . Choose
The sun licking me dry: and the breeze turning me on
Why does love: have to be this or that . . . choose?
Why can’t it just be what it is: and as easy as that?
Why does it have to happen like that . . . choose?
Why can’t it just be, as simple as . . . ?
Lori
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