braids of nylon, soft brush of breath,
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and a fistful of hair
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she is my captive, though it is I who does her bidding
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nibbling my way to Nirvana
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where all is lost
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and sublime
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I pander to her instead of watching the infomercials
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telling me how to grow lost hair, have 4 hour erections
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and ignore all the side effects
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of missed opportunities
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and poor financial planning
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intimate patterns on skin….drawn with bad intent
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in a good way
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wet, hard, slow, soft…
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breath in
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and savor the moment that hangs in the air
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like a home-cooked meal
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tie me up, tie me down
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on the road to Shambala
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reassure me that you have all the movie channels
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in case things don’t work out
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and we’re only left
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with ourselves
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