Theres beauty in simplicity
Of a sense of cleanliness and hygiene,
Of fresh pressed clothes and shiny hair
Of showing how you treat yourself with care,
But it doesn’t mean your every thought is clean
And you’re not as innocent as you seem,
I have glimpsed your sensual dreams
Dirtier than many would believe,
But in our minds of fantasies
That’s a place where we can be free,
You smell so good, like the linen sheets
In which you writhe in when making love passionately,
To a scruffy punk but he’s not me, sadly.
I feel ya
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