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"But the eyes were strictly La Brea!"

A Flower

Boy your mouth is like a flower
Every now and then
It opens up its petals
To let things out and in

I feel it very often
Breathing in my ear --
It tells me you were happier
When you were a queer

But "Sex is sex" you say
"When heart and mind are free;
Blue-eyed brother or sister --
It's all the same to me"

Your mouth is like a flower
Every now and then
Full and red and luscious
It always sucks me in

 

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