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Dear lust
Don't you have any decease
It's 3 o'clock your messing with my sense
Frist you start easy
Trying to get me just a little slesy
Then you get me hard
Try to catch me off guard
Remind me of the how long it's been
Then how much bigger I am and try to make me grin
Don't you have any decease
It's 3 o'clock your messing with my sense
You beg me to stroke your ego
You askked me over and over just a few hours ago
You tell me just once and I'll depart
But your lies are tart
You remind me of the fullness in my sack
And try to make my birthright pack
Don't you have any decease
It's 3 o'clock your messing with my sense
You twist the scripture
And paint it a different picture
Ask me what it really said
And I just reply depart from me you dead
You try anything
And something
Don't you have any decease
It's 3 o'clock your messing with my sense
You hit me with the curves
And try to mess with who I serves
You hit me with images of lips
And try those tempting hips
You remind me of a warm tit
But I'm afraid I've become to fit
Don't you have any decease
It's 3 o'clock your messing with my sense
You plead to my power
Tell me how women loved my tower
You remind me how I can make a woman melt
And what a few of my fingers made her felt
How I can make them beg
How I can drop them on a peg
Don't you have any decease
It's 3 o'clock your messing with my sense
You pleed and beg
And try to make me gag
You tell me I'll be forgiven
If I strip myself and get given
You lie to me devel
And try to get me to your level
Don't you have any sense
It's 4 o'clock and you have no decease
I don't belong to a wolf in sheeps clothing
I don't belong to you no matter how much posing
I belong to the good shepherd
He doesn't play jeopord
Go to bed
I'll give you no bread
I paid the 5$ for the dictionary expansion pack it has ryemes and all if your looking to get better results. Just wanted to let you know. I think I'm gonna start my next poem now it's gonna be called 4 o'clock and I'm wide awake. its gonna end at 5 o'clock and now I would sleep but the sun is giving me a peep.
It's 3 o'clock your messing with my sense
Frist you start easy
Trying to get me just a little slesy
Then you get me hard
Try to catch me off guard
Remind me of the how long it's been
Then how much bigger I am and try to make me grin
Don't you have any decease
It's 3 o'clock your messing with my sense
You beg me to stroke your ego
You askked me over and over just a few hours ago
You tell me just once and I'll depart
But your lies are tart
You remind me of the fullness in my sack
And try to make my birthright pack
Don't you have any decease
It's 3 o'clock your messing with my sense
You twist the scripture
And paint it a different picture
Ask me what it really said
And I just reply depart from me you dead
You try anything
And something
Don't you have any decease
It's 3 o'clock your messing with my sense
You hit me with the curves
And try to mess with who I serves
You hit me with images of lips
And try those tempting hips
You remind me of a warm tit
But I'm afraid I've become to fit
Don't you have any decease
It's 3 o'clock your messing with my sense
You plead to my power
Tell me how women loved my tower
You remind me how I can make a woman melt
And what a few of my fingers made her felt
How I can make them beg
How I can drop them on a peg
Don't you have any decease
It's 3 o'clock your messing with my sense
You pleed and beg
And try to make me gag
You tell me I'll be forgiven
If I strip myself and get given
You lie to me devel
And try to get me to your level
Don't you have any sense
It's 4 o'clock and you have no decease
I don't belong to a wolf in sheeps clothing
I don't belong to you no matter how much posing
I belong to the good shepherd
He doesn't play jeopord
Go to bed
I'll give you no bread
I paid the 5$ for the dictionary expansion pack it has ryemes and all if your looking to get better results. Just wanted to let you know. I think I'm gonna start my next poem now it's gonna be called 4 o'clock and I'm wide awake. its gonna end at 5 o'clock and now I would sleep but the sun is giving me a peep.
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