What is it?

by Barbi Taylor   Mar 20, 2008


Red finger nails.
Pink pouty lips.
Cute little figure
With those curvy hips.

No wonder you want her.
I totally see!
There is no comparison,
Between her and me.

You love her the way
I begged to be treated
You left me alone,
Beaten, and mistreated.

I cant walk away from this
Not just yet...
I just gotta know
How she made you her pet.

The phone calls at night
Walks on the beach
All of her charm...
Could she possibly teach?

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