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The Art to Dominate
behold the life of vanity
from the brink of insanity
the splendor of womanly
an art of immaculate beauty
it blows my mind
her curves divine
so spectacular from behind
her body, a temple enshrined!
from every unknown
and the garden gnome
to the bards of mighty Rome
Mound Venus, a beauty to atone
praised by the angels of heaven
lusted by the demons of hell
razed to the shape of a golden bell
pointing to the valley where sins are forgiven!
for centuries men were beholden
the wild bushes of pleasure dome
now the women flock to Camden
for them wax that shapes her home
the smoothness of the skin
like a baby with a fresh trim
wild imagination that’s within
the in thing is to surprise him
Brazilian bikini, that wax’s a hex
devoured by a tyrannosaurus rex
disappearing bushes, no time to vent
feel that pussy, it’s an extinction event
there will be endless in eulogy
continuous lessons in biology
sensual satire with a twisted tongue
such pleasure’s a danger, leaving you high strung!
it’s the treasure curtain above a wet cunt
without, ain’t no pleasure to circumnavigate
getting lost in them lovely bushes during the love hunt
the precious thick grove, trimmed to perfection, the art to dominate!
from the brink of insanity
the splendor of womanly
an art of immaculate beauty
it blows my mind
her curves divine
so spectacular from behind
her body, a temple enshrined!
from every unknown
and the garden gnome
to the bards of mighty Rome
Mound Venus, a beauty to atone
praised by the angels of heaven
lusted by the demons of hell
razed to the shape of a golden bell
pointing to the valley where sins are forgiven!
for centuries men were beholden
the wild bushes of pleasure dome
now the women flock to Camden
for them wax that shapes her home
the smoothness of the skin
like a baby with a fresh trim
wild imagination that’s within
the in thing is to surprise him
Brazilian bikini, that wax’s a hex
devoured by a tyrannosaurus rex
disappearing bushes, no time to vent
feel that pussy, it’s an extinction event
there will be endless in eulogy
continuous lessons in biology
sensual satire with a twisted tongue
such pleasure’s a danger, leaving you high strung!
it’s the treasure curtain above a wet cunt
without, ain’t no pleasure to circumnavigate
getting lost in them lovely bushes during the love hunt
the precious thick grove, trimmed to perfection, the art to dominate!
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