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Ask Her Name
She walks out of houses,
Now ask her why her lipstick is smeared.
She is a mother, and a sister
But ask her if she has a son or sister.
Her voice comes in sighs, and pants,
But ask her why she sounds so cute.
Her breasts are perfection, and her ass apple round,
But ask her where she got them.
She licks her lips, and hugs you in the dark in the street in class,
But wonder why she wont stay the night.
Ask her name,
And she will whisper, "Desire. Desire. Desire everyone you cannot have."
Now ask her why her lipstick is smeared.
She is a mother, and a sister
But ask her if she has a son or sister.
Her voice comes in sighs, and pants,
But ask her why she sounds so cute.
Her breasts are perfection, and her ass apple round,
But ask her where she got them.
She licks her lips, and hugs you in the dark in the street in class,
But wonder why she wont stay the night.
Ask her name,
And she will whisper, "Desire. Desire. Desire everyone you cannot have."
Published 1st Jan 2013
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