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You’re Ranked Among the Highest Gods
And I need to see you in the clouds
You’re Ranked Among the Highest Gods
My only goal in life, dear Asha, is to prove myself to you, to prove you right for picking me and allowing me in between your silk thighs.
I may be tight with a penny but it’s just so I can get there and touch your smoothness, as early as possible so I can start to send you the joy I know you need.
There was that one researcher, my love, who you left hanging there on the balustrade, and he wouldn’t get the hint not to linger once you’ve bestowed your favors upon him.
You say I’m charismatic, to a point, and there was that one persuasive argument I made in that article I wrote back in college, but the rest is a blur and the last thing I remember was falling for my dentist.
The righteous fall fast from their plumed heights and I only wish us to be on parallel grounds intellectually, spiritually, physically.
That guy who took you to the basketball game was not part of my society, I hadn’t given him permission to bump into your shoulder (or caress your breasts).
But you sent him away on one wing and then the next thing I knew you saw another beau in his boudoir debut.
