it     usually happens       at a   bar.
    he came up     to me   and asked me  if
  he  could lick    my chest.
  nothing  kinky,             just a lick.
   i said sure,      what harm could it do
  he said i tasted like       jello
  and that was           funny because i was jello, 
  on the      kitchen floor, of all places.

  he told me        to lick his chest and
   of coarse     he tasted like a rock
               strong and dependable,
  oh,     and very very hard.
  but maybe  just on the outside.
 cuz' the years   have been stripping 
   his       beauty.
  and he     was actually willing
  to     give     me    a     shot.
   and i thought chances    like that   don't
  come  around    every day.
  how   much it   meant  to  me.
   and how much i   wanted to   please him.
 the way his nose 
    sort of srunched up 
  when     i  made    him cry.
  it  was      close to        christmas,
   and i  could not stay
 and   all   i   wanted   to   do    was
  call    my mom.
  but i    had to lie to her,    tell her
      the flight was cancelled 


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