Truly enchanting rhythms chasing my heart

You’re a godlike piece of art

I could be your queen

Like a dream, I’m thirteen


Full of ambiguities, oh so smart

Smashing sensations on the scene

Your silly shit in between

Your essence is everything but à la carte


I’m on the cusp of getting sick

Stop wallowing, you’re a dick

Tempt me to yield to the obscene

Fuck me unclean


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