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Legal age//sexteen
Class is over for now
Now it's time to make my move
Move slow or fast it's up to you
You will never know
Know just what this means
Means to a high mother fucker like me
Like me you have been waiting
Waiting till we're the legal age
Legal age to fuck
To fuck all night
Night till day
Day, where will we be
We be under the sheets
The sheets ripped and thrown
Thrown all over the room
The room where our magic happened
Magic happens for weeks
Weeks until we can't feel
Feel our legs
Legs thrown in the air
The air smells like you
Like you I can't wait til we can
Can do this again
Again for weeks we fuck
Fuck sense into each other
Each other's brains can't handle this
This pleasure
Pleasure built up for years
For years we'll do this
This place is our safe haven
Our safe haven; the bed
The bed isn't the only place though
Though it is the most comfortable
Comfort is not all we look for
For we have tried countless positions
Now it's time to make my move
Move slow or fast it's up to you
You will never know
Know just what this means
Means to a high mother fucker like me
Like me you have been waiting
Waiting till we're the legal age
Legal age to fuck
To fuck all night
Night till day
Day, where will we be
We be under the sheets
The sheets ripped and thrown
Thrown all over the room
The room where our magic happened
Magic happens for weeks
Weeks until we can't feel
Feel our legs
Legs thrown in the air
The air smells like you
Like you I can't wait til we can
Can do this again
Again for weeks we fuck
Fuck sense into each other
Each other's brains can't handle this
This pleasure
Pleasure built up for years
For years we'll do this
This place is our safe haven
Our safe haven; the bed
The bed isn't the only place though
Though it is the most comfortable
Comfort is not all we look for
For we have tried countless positions
Published 11th Feb 2018
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