If a fly landed on my mouth
And crawled around on my lips,
Would you think any different of
The way in which we kiss?
What would it take to make me repulsive?
Maybe if I were Obsessive Compulsive?
Or make you see me differently?
A disease perhaps?
In which I scream or I snap…
Yes, my love that is me.
Through your glasses Iโve never done wrong,
But the list of my sins goes on for quite long.
Think of me, oh please think of me
In a sickening distraction
(Full of dissatisfaction)
Will you think of me, oui?
Only then will you know
When Iโm vile head to toe,
Is it lust that you need
Or do you see what’s beneath?
Wonโt you partake
In my experiment of two?
What is your limit?
Tell me, can I repel you?
Oh my gosh. ๐ถ
Tamara. Wow. This is beautiful. Deep. So good. Just wow.
Well done! ๐๐ผ๐๐๐ผ
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