Kiss My Ass

Kiss My Ass

Kiss my Ass

Running through tall, lovely grass
I wonder when you’ll kiss my ass
But then again, I just don’t care
I retreat quickly, ass is bare

I swiftly pull my covering over
So you can’t see my four-leafed clover
Stuck so tightly to my skin
And you thought I was givin’ in

With luck to guide me, here go I
Sticking needle in my eye
Forgetting what I saw in sight
A false mirage of blinding light

You tricked me into seeing red
And from my heart, I dripped and bled
Wanting much to gain your liking
I think of you when I am biking

Now this may not solve my dilemma
But I show signs of stronger femma
Although a lady I may be
I changed my lock and swallowed the key

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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