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four would have done it
You pushing me up against
The cold metal of an expensive,
Black truck
Pining for a taste
Three glasses of wine
To keep the knees steady
To convince me I’m ready
Snake your hand up
My loose, jean shorts
Seeking a satin wetness.
But there wasn’t enough wine
And I wasn’t permitted the time
To really want
What you attempted
To deliver.
That was the last time I saw you
And I had so much more to give.
The cold metal of an expensive,
Black truck
Pining for a taste
Three glasses of wine
To keep the knees steady
To convince me I’m ready
Snake your hand up
My loose, jean shorts
Seeking a satin wetness.
But there wasn’t enough wine
And I wasn’t permitted the time
To really want
What you attempted
To deliver.
That was the last time I saw you
And I had so much more to give.
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