Chic
Heaven.
Luckily
I am single,
The
chic's are really hot.
Everywhere
I look to see,
Babes
and honey's watching me.
Cover
me in syrup,
To
be as sweet as they.
Like
nectar to a honey bee,
Their
shapes are moving me.
Could
I die intensely,
To
be in their golden flow?
Bring
my desire, open free,
And
cover all of me.
Losing
hope of innocence,
My
resolve is failing me now.
I
want what I can see,
To
be riding all over me.
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