CAMELOT FANTASIES

Music always playing
Any tune
With melody and chorus of course
We took a left down Royal St.
Sweet slide guitars melding with a chemical beat
Always love something new
Which is why I knew
I wanted to be with you
Not on the bottom of your list
The one you wanted to grow old with
Can I call you Carly It's close enough
To the real Image I had of what would be
The beat now at my feat
A hole inside taking me afloat
On magical rides again
Mundane a sin
Yet am I not a sinner?
Rolling in my own flames
Myself to blame
You were never mine to begin
Things do change
"Think of me as not married"
To the famous
"Still want to be your friend"
It has come to an end
So what do I miss?
In this pile of ****
Love your lust
Of this I confess
We were nothing without the kinky
Sex was a wonder
Scratches and thunder down my back
Bites down your back
Whipped wet and whole
To be made to feel exquiste
Feelings of pleasure
This you will always treasure
****..more a brat.
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