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Strange night at a live cam show -
seein' Minerva's white owls,
askin' what's in the altar while lookin'
at necklace cleavage,
girl's all quiet, rippin' paper, sippin' tea
high to fly, deep divin' -
She ain't a maneater, but a devourer
of pleasurability.
If we were playin' chess, she'd be
the queen movin'
in all directions, seducing pieces
one after one,
-Ye, that's a monarch programmer,
she's the remote control,
to your emotional tv - all butterflies
and the herbalists scents,
changin' your mind makin' you
a slave of the machine.
She's a fuckin' doll on a titty runway show
smalltalkin' while waitin'
all girly pink parade with a lottery wheel,
rollin' it for tits and gagball,
shut the fuck up and fuck me instead
a customer rollin' dick out.
Saliva's flippin' on her tongue, showin'
the peasants who's in control,
victorias secret lingerie, sporty cat
with claws and fangs out,
ain't a move the lil' mouse can do -
so payin' the tail toll.
Tattoo's'n makeup - deepthroat, fuck me
the sound of waterfalls
and homesteadin' in the distance,
art'n history - high class,
it's all in her throat, night owl's
out for huntin' prey.
Exclusive one-on-one, all recorded
the black pin comes later,
"I know what you did on Camera"
Ho's got Bro's by the Balls,
spineless elf with cute glasses for sale,
emptying creditcards online.
Ye, she's high maintenance. but the way
she moves, the whisperin'
around her lips, smokin' a vapin' cigar,
Czech mate, Jesus Christ
flippin' the game over, forgive me father
for I will sin more.
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