Xiv
Choked us up,
as love is being victimized
and burned at the stake.
Take me back to your place,
and I'll love you all night long,
and you'll feel my wrath
in the pleasure.
Let's drive in the Camaro,
with the top down,
and see the wind blowing through your
love laced hair,
and I take my eyes off the road for a second,
you panic,
you feel my kiss,
"Ah what the hell!"
Take me back to your place,
show me your vintage record player,
play me some smooth jazz,
as I strip you slowly and kiss you on your neck,
work down your shoulder
and your sweet and tight abdomen;
and bang!- love me one more time.
Don't victimize love,
don't hurt me,
prove to me that love is with you and me.
Kiss me,
and I'll kiss you back,
and I'll keep you more and more,
and stroke you over and over,
pop goes the weasel-
and love we'll make over and over.
.2.28.2014.
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