What'd you truly desire?π
A hot pot with my tot thoughts, Kept her there so she'd keep the fire. A clones box with my pop hopes, Searching her duplicate need's dire. A ding dong with my tips tap, Responding her texts for me 'kind sire'. A king Kong in her reefs rough, For you my love I'll never tire. In this shit song, hearts poured poem, You are my heart's desire.
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