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Beside Myself, Beside The Beach

My love took me on a cruise to the moon,

cool girls in the cosmos,

and as usual,

I am cursed to cascade before her,

born damned, the devil’s daughter,

never able to resist the rich taste of romance and unbridled passion.

I am a slave to my seductress,

simping, primping my hair and painting my nails as I lie in wait,

writhing as the sun rises,

rocked by the motion in the ocean and the emotion that she unearthed.

It’s all so easy to her,

she just exists, and I am enthralled,

there’s just something about her sweet face,

and all the sinful ideas that slip from her irresistible lips.

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