poem
Tori
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She brings out the feminine strength within My victim's heart, Her voice caressing my ears Gone too long without her vocolization, Her fingers caressing ivory Satisfying me but leaving me hungry for more After she's done. She makes me laugh and cry and desire and sing, This little redhead who's songs The world wants, And I've got her in my pocket, Carrying her with me everywhere So i can hear her voice echoe through my ears at will So I can get my fix of her. I wish I could give to her but all I can do Is turn her on and up, and let her give herself to me I'm not selfish, it's just the way she works. Touch that ivory girl and give yourself to the masses Just leave me a little piece of the action So I can feel human...so I can feel like a woman.
Wendy (muse451@aol.com)
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