Doesn't she talk so sweet
With her lips of billowed satin
And doesn't she tickle your soul
In a way the world hasn't
When she opens her arms and holds you
You inhale her body heat
Doesn't her scent taste like the nectar
That feeds the August bees
Doesn't she tumble through your veins
Like cherries bathed in brandy
And don't you want to tempt her
Like a pedophile caressing candy
When you toast her with empty pleasure
She loiters through your mind
Doesn't her image take you to places
Jesus would prefer you leave behind
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