A memory. , by eleanor maslen
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I heard you call me once, do you remember that day?
I popped the wheel on my harley, you asked me to stay.
The rain was pretty heavy, as you pushed your body close,
as i licked and bit from your tummy to your nose.
You told me i was wild, and had to be tamed,
10 points for effort mind, but you were just another game.
You told me i was that girl, your mother warned you about.
My lips red as berrys, as i made you shout.
My name fell so softly off your clamy lips,
as your hands hung limply on my naked hips.
i told you i could show you things, you didnt know could
be,
and in that night so closely you saw the whole of me.
i woke up before you stirred, and fix that damaged wheel.
I dont think i gave you, the chance for your heart to heal.
You should of listened to your mother they always know
best,
im just another girl, who slept a night-time on your chest.
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Posted: 2011-08-30 11:42:06 UTC |
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2011-09-05 20:43:36 | lance |
yr such a moms girl |
2011-09-06 06:47:59 | eleanor maslen |
im a mums girl? how did you work that out smarty pants? |