you… sexy thing…

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hey… are you in the corridor of hope,
sniffing through the jelly pudding,
whipped cream, hot chocolate, and
baby milk with other instant items‽

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hey… I'm here… in the corridor of love,
wandering through the liqueur of gods,
well held in the velvety sweet sparkles,
for the lips to get rich with their flavor

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and who's the one who's going to pay
for all these delis… you… sexy thing؟‽

 

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