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Those Eyes


Those eyes tell lies

Those actions of you I despise

But the adventures between one's thighs

Brought on by a gentle touch, soft cares

Makes one become an addict to the pleasure that from the one before, I didn't get

Those eyes tell lies

Those actions of yoou I despise

But once I sit and reminicse

About how you and fictional love are such good friends 

Its you I begin not to miss

The creator of I love you's with no purpose

The illustrator of  I miss you with a motive

Sideline mistress

Becomes wifey for a day thinking I might just

Have a chance at romance

With the one I call my man

But it's not my turn yet

Dealer, you hold all the cards

And the hand I've been dealt shows me im not the queen of your heart

Just another joker

Sharing a space with every small waist with a pretty face

Only to be left alone waiting to hear you say

Baby I love you, as you look into my eyes

Baby I miss you, then you touch my thighs

Those eyes tell lies

Those actions of you I despise

But the adventures between one's thighs brought on by a gentle touch, soft caress

Makes one become an addict to the pleasure that from the one before, I didn't get

I fall for those eyes

The creator of I love you's with no purpose

The illustrator of I miss you's with a motive

Those eyes tell lies

So I smile

With your game in mind

And a sideline of my own not to far behind

--Po3ticSoul  

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