andmadeatrumpetofhisarse
Ediot
I see your eyes / darest not glance over
not at you / at not your thighs
one might surmise
water runs deep / tricklin' downward past the feet of lappin' sheep
where in a parked steward's jeep / I dun snuggled thine two feet
O, hang me / hang on me / O, hang mine flesh' deep
all can be right
not at you / at not your thighs
one might surmise
water runs deep / tricklin' downward past the feet of lappin' sheep
where in a parked steward's jeep / I dun snuggled thine two feet
O, hang me / hang on me / O, hang mine flesh' deep
all can be right