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The Thief and the Coward
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sensual I am very aware
of your cowardly stare.
Behind my back
As my heels click clack
Away . . .
My hips gently sway
just enough
to make you say
Ruff!!
Bark up another tree
my fruit are too high
for you to pick
Your dry lips you lick
You will never get a prick
From my rose
My petals are delicate
Soft to the touch
But you lust too much
Which fills me with disgust.
For you don't know the value
Of my garden of rare treasure
You only desire to plunder
And tear asunder
my branches
Never replenishing
Never replanting
For you are a thief
Your visit is but brief
Rape and raid
Is your mark of trade
No price have you paid
But a many you have laid
as my image begins to fade
Around the corner
Little Jack Horner
Go lick your pudding
off your thumb
Georgy orgy
pushing your lies.
You will never hear my cries
You will never pleasure my sighs
In between my thighs
For I got you sized up
And you don't
Have the measure
to fill my cup.
