Girls
put out if they’re adored
Petted, patted, or just … ignored.
All or nothing comes full circle
Between their legs - or your ears.
He
who sparks the flame
Feels the wet heat, the physical…
Attraction, bonded like magnets
Or super glued supermodels.
I
know that it’s all perception
My head’s filled with deceptions
High priced images, unreal ideals
Mary by another name still feels the same.
I
luv u all equally
But none more than another
Cuz down that path lies madness & ecstasy
Down mine, harmony & commonality.
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