Whipped Like Potatoes
watching you plant new flowers
you are still as beautiful as the ones in your hand
you look back at me, and you know what i am staring at
your mischievous smile makes me blush like always
your love never changes....even with the progression of years, change, and age
next thing i know, you put the flowers down and sashay over to give me the kiss we both know that we both want
i pray for rain, but the sun shines brighter in defiance
you laugh at me as if you know what i am thinking
i say to myself....'aw, what the hell'....and walk slowly towards you, rub your ass, and begin to help you plant these here new flowers
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