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YOUR TITS

Looking through my kitchen view
the sun became my heart,
The proof of god's existence caught my eye!
Turn the page and I would say
there can't be any doubt,
To you from I are gonna have to try.

The shape of love created thus has not been finer sculpt,
Her laughter held the key for all mankind.
Flaxen hair, synthetic clear: I licked my lips and gulped,
No made-up, lipgrease, chemo-rinse required.

You turned to me and I could see
the reigns to master shift,
Checked it out mon, it wasn't even close!
Ask me anything my darling,
constructive lies forgive,
Pragmatic pretense prevents me from letting you know that:

Your tits made me cry.
Your tits bring me to me knees.
Your tits, I fell down.
Your tits, pleez luv pleez.

What better way to start the day then kiss the cosmic orbs,
Homage proffered to art never better deserved.
Michelangelo would surely know the masterpiece's form,
Davinch would say, "It's a cinch."
The blossom's preserved!

Don't tell me of the twisterlies
or varied thighs you've clutched,
That's stuff I don't wanna know.
Don't tell me of the open-ended offers you eschew,
Let me keep more than one reason to get up and go to:

Your tits made me cry.
Your tits bring me to me knees.
Your tits, I fell down.
Your tits, pleez luv pleez.

Tus tetas....

 

C & P Copyright Chris Giunta 2004

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