trash, lime rind

I’m tired of scaring off all
these, what? petites, women, females,
misses, ma’ams, what

‘s my age range? what gets accepted?
sex ain’t far off, but I need a new body;
I want a new friend.

peace train, please. rocket this way, girl.
I’ve got oodles of doodles, you’ve got time.
we can share something something darkness.

sleeping is easier after a sheet twirl
I’ve heard; they like it better with no rhyme.
I loved you first. now mark this:
my kisses tastes like lime rind.

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