British Paradox
To hell and back again
Mr. Buckingham
I need a new drink
As every other sinning man
I want to break the floor
And dance upon the fire
Of complete terror
Now here me roar,
Oh, here me roar
One in a million
The temptress... She is always dressed in red, Pale skin, juicy leaps, fine breasts That kind that they call le famme fatale, Woman worth to die for, I'd say many have fallen Few remain And her venom is like of a black widow spider Deadly and numbing, such is her love _____________________________________________________ Help me earn a living helping you earn a living as a poet/poetess buy a subscription or join the FREE discord: https://whop.com/prockstem/
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