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no players allowed
no silky lines
spoken from deep masculinity
like the purr of a brand new motor
or the roar of a beat up old classic
promising a wild ride
no tricks of the tongue
to taste the flavor of my youth
I won't be your naughty schoolgirl
keep your fantasies behind that screen
just like I do
no crazy rendezvous
I don't owe you jack shit
your lines are blurred beyond me
my recognition is shot
like this tequila
spoken from deep masculinity
like the purr of a brand new motor
or the roar of a beat up old classic
promising a wild ride
no tricks of the tongue
to taste the flavor of my youth
I won't be your naughty schoolgirl
keep your fantasies behind that screen
just like I do
no crazy rendezvous
I don't owe you jack shit
your lines are blurred beyond me
my recognition is shot
like this tequila
Published 26th Nov 2015
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26th Nov 2015 6:41am
cruising your poem in an old classic,
it's a sweet ride.
slap down those stalkers & have another shot...
it's a sweet ride.
slap down those stalkers & have another shot...
5th Feb 2017 7:02pm
