HER
No diamonds that shine
No facets to life
No honey that's dewey
No watch strapped for time
No clicks no clocks
No tics no tocs
No day
No knight
No shining
No armor
No worlds turning
No fires burning
No candles on cake
NO climax to fake
No handcuffs to wear
No panties to tear
I wanna be sticky
I wanna be gooey
I"m hot as a pancake
I want you to do me
No pretty boy
I wanna beast
Go down on my beaver
Have a big feast
HIM
But But I am not hungry
Not in the least
But I wrote a nice poem
For you to read
HER
That poem you wrote
Put me to sleep
The moaning you heard
Was me counting sheep
HIM
Shit! I thought she was faking
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