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By the pool, where pretty girls lay
But all I see is you every day
Taking up all the sun, soaking in rays
I need a piece of that warmth, won't you save?
More layers to rip, oh my my
But grab a towel, meet me inside
In the bedroom, dripping chocolate we'll find
Softly spoken sounds, oh so divine
Can't live without my brown, no way
Fills me up just the right way
Easy on the soul, keeps me okay
Wrap me up, let's play
Everybody loves that cocoa brown
Driving fast, we pass milestones all around
Keys in your hand, you take the wheel
Cash from your chest, it's safe and real
You try to hold back, but it won't last
Racing to my room, staircase passed
Opposite waits, but no need for more
My brown, my love, forevermore
Can't live without my brown, oh my
Fills me up just right, never dry
Easy on the soul, keeps me high
Wrap me up, let's fly
About the Creator
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Composer, poet, and essayist, with a deep interest for philosophy, psychology, food, and interactive media. https://linktr.ee/wagyuadobo
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi3 days ago in Fiction
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