Play
Blue balls and Cadillacs
Summer nights in the backseat
The leather from your interior sticks to my thighs,
Like little fingers playing with putty
Your fingers play on my body like putty
Sweet kisses play into dry humping
Wet f***ing
Your fingers slip deeper and deeper
Playing with my insides like Operation
So deep, I think you touched my heart
Now I love you
But only for the moment
Only while we play in your backseat
With my legs up and your face down
Steamy windows and sweaty bodies
Like a sauna, we losing weight
Dropping pounds
I like the sound, of us both panting
Time flies when your playing
Playing, like when we played in the playground
But hold up! What time is it?
I have to go! My mom is calling me
Too bad, I wish time could stop so I could stay a little longer
But there I go, running off into the summer night
Leaving you, with your blue balls and your Cadillac
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