She’s a dangerous form of sexy
With some undertones of lust.
She wants a freaky kind of sex
That requires ironclad trust.
Demands a sense of freedom
You couldn’t possibly disobey.
She really really likes the game
When she’s not the only one to play.
She’s a loving sense of reality
In a form of innocent tryst.
Wanders to the side of desire
You can’t add to any list.
You’ll tell a love story
To a very select few
But when people ask her
She won’t remember you.
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