Natural Mildness Ė

Natural Mildness

Single, twenty-one and childless

Chosen not to regress

Not to be like the rest

 

Born to breed syndrome

Donít want to lead a life so hum hum

I still like to suck my thumb

 

Alone but not lonely

Genuine, not phony

Simply simplistic

Want to marry someone who looks good wearing my lipstick

 

Heíll get off on my mind

Heíll get me from behind

Intellectual intercourse

Together forever not divorced

 

Heíll know itís forever when he looks in my eyes

We fit together too perfect

Push him deeper between my thighs

Entangled and untwined

The angel of love is far to wise

 

 

 

 

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