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Molly doggy style outside Holly King
Never fucked under a full moon but with you, God, anything We’re both chewing our jaws off Ears getting chewed off too Weeping, talking about our favourite tunes Shoes off, doing waltzers through the dew Never had this brew before but it’ll do the job Head’ll need to be boomed before long if I don’t…
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Kitchen sex
I’m in the middle of kitchen, all my rings in Masonic ring you bought me ill-fitting Fixtures and fittings shaking Caesar having a seizure having crossed the Rubicon I’m gone beyond, shaking caesar salad dressing down what a dress covers I’m a breast lover not your best lover. Tell you to wind your neck in,…
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Repititions
I repeat myself, often I repeat I repeat myself, often You reader best know my tendency Will you lend me ten You say yes too easy Stretch to forgive me then Call it twenty, less is hardly plenty I’d keep you in me head and orisons at all times I’d do penance for your sins…
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Club Milk/Milk me in the club
Back in the day, thick black leather jacket All black outfit smoking drinking cursing, Father Jack Hackett Every girl I shift ratchet at the start Blessing them with my art Forward march of the combat sausage Assault train, no hostages, no trade. Holding my position Nah, I’m holding Hitler by his lederhosen straps Bruising his…
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Dublin Boardwalk
Less than a mile from the Spire I run a boardwalk empire Not enough teeth for a smile The Empire’s second city The Empire’s droughtless titty Bag of brown do a score or fifty Sage for Yanks, standard grifty Garda come and I sort the Liffey Toss the lot and I’m back to sifting Through…
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