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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