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29 days ago
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From my age of consent I knew what I wanted
Redefining the status quo for a bodily outline
A figure eight as it was called, an hourglass
I fancied slopes, exalting the S-curves of vertebrae
Maximal, medial and minimal curves were priority
Shred my oblique external sheath and coverings
Transverse stretches aren't all bad after all
My abdomen gonna cry out in pain and appraisal
They're joined but not really, a silent P and a soar
A cusp on a wing, snatch my waist immortally
Get those Egyptian mythical belts calling ‘em zaddies
Oil ‘em up, my brown skin calling, shining
Arch ‘em up, maximally, ‘em spanking echoing
Get me coats, ma pecs up calling ‘em suckling
Grease my hairs, melanin infested ‘em appealing
Tie ‘em straps at my back closing at the slope
You really don't know the echelon of the temperature
