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Spooky with a Booty
That time of year
When spooky can be naughty.
The only fright
losing my sight.
Fear, anxiety, horror, spine-chilling, nightmares
Not the reaction from
Lace, fishnets, push-up, low-cut, spandex and lipstick
Wow! look at that derriere!
That booty so nice
Oh, those lanterns
Memory for a jack
Pondering do they taste
like pumpkin spice.
What is spooky,
can the tiniest material
contain that firm booty
She without a care
sipping Halloween cocktails
I’m trying not to stare
Halloween without
fright can’t be.
The dark spirits are appeased
when she wakes up with me.
: )
When spooky can be naughty.
The only fright
losing my sight.
Fear, anxiety, horror, spine-chilling, nightmares
Not the reaction from
Lace, fishnets, push-up, low-cut, spandex and lipstick
Wow! look at that derriere!
That booty so nice
Oh, those lanterns
Memory for a jack
Pondering do they taste
like pumpkin spice.
What is spooky,
can the tiniest material
contain that firm booty
She without a care
sipping Halloween cocktails
I’m trying not to stare
Halloween without
fright can’t be.
The dark spirits are appeased
when she wakes up with me.
: )
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