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Illegal Lust
Is she close to your heart?
That slut.
That tart.
...In mystery he waits, for someone to hire.
An obsessed soul that aches, with poisonous desire.
"I'm free for tonight, and you seem in the mood.
Play your cards right, I'll do something rude!
Romance? Your joking, just toys and smoking.
But I might kis you there... If you play fair."
The meeting at one, was finished soon after.
He goes back to the night, in cruel tearful laughter.
Is she close to your heart?
That woman.
That fine piece of art.
That slut.
That tart.
...In mystery he waits, for someone to hire.
An obsessed soul that aches, with poisonous desire.
"I'm free for tonight, and you seem in the mood.
Play your cards right, I'll do something rude!
Romance? Your joking, just toys and smoking.
But I might kis you there... If you play fair."
The meeting at one, was finished soon after.
He goes back to the night, in cruel tearful laughter.
Is she close to your heart?
That woman.
That fine piece of art.
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