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Malted Milk......(for "Her")

�If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry each time we meet
Walk on by.........�

�..can I be that proverbial fly
perched upon boudoir walls
listening to labored echoes and insidious
kisses- gentle hissing between those ebony thighs

(eyes crying tears of desire in all attempts to try and stroll on �bi�......)

wet lips
nipping the shadows
of her curvaceous hips of brown
�her� regal feminine nectar
dripping down......down.......down

inside your periphery
can I drop anchor
as the seas are storming
and the massive root of all my evil,
sensually falls past my knees......please

3 views of �her� secret
coax a healing in me.....

�..waiting in line for the moment
that she will let me �gets mine�?

(Sexual healing is good for me; Makes me feel so fine.......)

caught up in the allure of such a homogeneous mixture
right before these deep brown, dreamin' eyes of mine

no way in wide-eyed wonder am I able to

walk
� �on
� � � � � �bi......