You stumbled here in your haunted, heart begging me to love you without kneepads..We are similar- didn't you know I would see that?
Antares DaVinciCause I can love a poem up out of you-like my middle name is Harlem..and my fingerprints are permanent-you ain't gone wash me off darlin
Antares DaVinciI play my position, heart held behind my back-- I'm the pitcher.. sometimes I throw them no hitters..
Antares DaVinciYou asked of me once, how high, high can beor if there was an exhibit..
I smiled and then whispered..
My thighs are the limit…
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Hate is never a far cry from love… Sometimes I stumble the lines drunken.. Hollering your name..
Antares DaVinciIn life… It is LOVE that reminds you, that you cannot have everything you want….
Antares DaVinciWant me to rock your section?
Like the composer that I am
The orgasm composer
I don’t believe in disclosure--
All you need to be privy to is how I’m gonna divvy you up for Me.. Myself
and that sweetest taboo woman I
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