Babe, you’re a mess.
A hot mess
But a mess none the less…
You’re a bare ass
Plain ass mess
Causing strife
with your god damn
delicious mess… Ma’am!
Your messy desk
Is in my way.
I need time to dream
And scheme the extreme
But can you take it
I like to hit…
…Yes, I will sit
And think about what I have done.
But then you come undone
I twitch, but stay still
You flex on the desk
I won’t be outdone
I run my hand up your mess
And we both won.
By
Rae Wright
About the Creator
Rachel Wright
I write for fun, but require challenges for creative flow.
Challenge me if you want....
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