Hera

Forget that you're better, than those you kiss, they can only stick together, they come here for booze, like little kids, about to mew, love is not undressed, strain to see my tits, plenty of time to rest, no time for Monday’s Blues, rolling off my hips, what’s this thing called truth, forget my easy duress, kissing your fingertips, play music at your request, just look at you, does your heartbeat skip, don’t take me for a fool, would you be lesser, if I turned and stripped, still steamed my kettle, wiser in what you miss?