The useless method of my valor
My body was bow-ing…
As I was looking out the window at bow-ing
Trying to get off, in time with those take-offs
A hangar there, a hangar here
Coming out of your closet…
That folded shirt
An un-wrinkle in time
That shows your checkered past
That story about how you are built-to-last
Only you can go the distance
Only you can finish this race
But…
My panties are there to be used
To cushion the flow, and capture your blow
My body is your body
Damn right I’m naughty
Speaking in my riddle
And all the while…
I’m still craving just a little…
Diddle
Checkered past,
Red flag huh?
Watching flights,
Feeling them cum.
Over and over,
One by one.
It’s hard I know,
It’s hard it’s true.
But there’s no drop off,
No easing of you.
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