I wanted to pull away

But she fought back

Run somewhere safe

Yet she’s on track

Find a serene place

She makes me crack

I want her to leave

Cut her no slack

I’m unprepared

My soul’s Iraq

Say I won’t give in

As we head to the sack

Tell her no

Massage her back

Explain my thoughts

Get lost in her rack

She pulls on me

Won’t let go

She pulls on me

My gravitational path

Freddy Beans

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