mischievous little god, monkeying around. in her hair, between her thighs, got her wound up every way. chirping, peeping, grinning, winking, got her wound up every day. she thinks about him as she falls asleep, she thinks about him as she wakes. he whispers jokes into her ear and then he runs away. it's not a cruel love he's selling her, he's just not meant to stay.
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