Parallel Universe . 21
I can't believe so many men are chasing me
Can't believe in my sultry native spell
Can't believe these studs are persisting in embracing me
I've become their own personal Hell
I am the Hell and the Heaven that they pray to
Falling down upon their dimpled hairy knees
They hunker up to me; and they say to
Me: let me give you what you need, please
Please let me kiss those ruby red lips
Though they may be only a pleasing pink
Let me chase you around the kitchen table
Then throw your hairy bear ass in the sink
Please let me bring my kneepads to New Orleans
So I can sink to my knees in the street
Let be lunch like pork and like beans
Long as those lips are so kissably sweet
Yes, gentlemen!
You can take what you like from me
Long as I can draw one last living breath
Why bother to withdraw that throbbing fuckspike from me
Long as there's a possibility of fucking me to death?
But of course
There's no possibility that's ever going to happen
we are just going to have a nice little chat
What you are doing is just BEARTRAPPIN'
Because I have way too much respect for myself than that!
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