Drawing Innuendo Rimas Dissolutas
Warm nights I sit drawing innuendo,
kicking my feet I hold a white sketch pad;
How in the world are you oblivious
to the soft strokes I indulge with my pen?
Look at my hands realize how they flow,
this feeling is more than a passing fad;
Honey, you take yourself too serious;
Grab me and take advantage now and then;
Oh how I long for your spontaneous;
For you see we are just bound to happen.
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