The Secret Art of - Burp

She set the mood
m
every man was casual
mmmnand armed I’m sure
mwith duty
mmmlland personal courage
mnto get out and stay out
of the past and present wild party
m
mmmmmmmmmmmbut did we?
m
With a little black dress
mmmmmmmlshe strode about
m
bright ideas introduced – mma deep down and dirty thing
m
mmmmmmmll– but the girl – free

seized the moment:
mmmmmmml“Haven’t you got
mmmmmmmmnsomething
mmmmmmmmlllllbetter?” she asked
m
and a little white thermostat
m
way purer than most of your thoughts
mmmmmmmmmmmcame selfless to deliver us from our overcompensation,
m
mmmmmmmlAre your breasts balanced? we wondered
m
So she ignited the mindmmn– moonshine –mmnplanted us in a shady location
of untamed passion - not disposable nor complimentary devoid of thong
m
hence… our innocence was not the latest or most genuine lesson
– thus the casual got naked – each lit up their Winston light to justify personal integrity
m
and she – for once – in her little black mood
lhid love notes in each of our suitcases.

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