flirt

dec/15/2016!

call me yo bastard. i ain't no your pastor. 

i do read bible in love with slave master. 

you be my lady -- the lady, love-caster. 

then bring me damn trouble in nights of disaster. 

i find the history in your body-cum-cadastre

i ain't know what's hidden, but i be forecaster.

i meet you at night in the city of Alabaster.

south courtesan you are. Alabama, your astir. 

the astray's of love, you babe, blow like newscaster 

the banshee you ain't. are you 'em Xastur? 

your love be kasturi. you know, i fuck faster

if manchurian you are, i'll be dog aster.

your gestures i love that you take in your curves.

you run ov'r my head; nev'r get on my nerves.

i smoke e' damn hookah. i ain't no joe palooka.

you -- the beauty. i'm beast will take you to q-cuba.

damn you dang lady, you dancing on heart

i can't control; wanna loose all the dirt

you be no mud. i -- the canal of sin. sinner we are, love-birds, in Berlin.

the city of nights, i love 'tis so much.

brown blondies & brunettes, i take 'em to hutch

& drill 'em, & touch. i -- the butcher, they dutch

then put 'em in cradle. they be yeh crutch. 

i pull 'em then down, & they tear off my shirt

my shirt got no button. they call me f-flirter-f-flirt.