XXXIX, by Sumit Singh Subscribe to rss feed for Sumit Singh

you picked me up through
 and made my dreams come true
you rented my illicit wishes
 and made me comfortable in my shoe

you brought me a blue jean
 you splashed your queenly dreams
 on to the scenes
you played with words and brought me lean
 upon your bloody lips that sheen

my existance of being a paid lover
 selling my fantasies under cover
rented by you, a world much braver
 dashed and crashed, your rented lover

come on, touch me up
 just before the penny you pop up
bill it, my hands around your cup
 chains around the neck
take me anywhere, your rented pup
Posted: 2005-10-21 16:16:46 UTC

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