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A ManŽs Best Friends |
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geschrieben am: 25.01.2001 um 17:29 Uhr
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There you are, both of you.
You do what I tell you to.
Always there at the end of my wrists.
Sometimes youŽre open, sometimes youŽre fists.
You canŽt speak, you donŽt contemplate.
I use you to gesticulate.
You know how to hold on real tight.
DosenŽt matter which one, left or right.
At times youŽre ill, you get the sweats.
(Like when caressing womenŽs Breasts)
YouŽre always naked, you need no clothes.
Unlike your brothers. (Those ugly toes).
If it werenŽt for you, I could not write,
Or do the things I do late at night.
You give unto me multiple Orgasm,
And without you nobody`d have em.
YouŽre so alive, you touch and feel.
Bring to my mouth my drink and meal.
You belong to me, itŽs you I own.
Without you, IŽd be so alone.
Yes you are my two best friends.
ThereŽs nothing like two healthy hands....
Gewritten on 25.01.2001
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