Fancy

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Fancy

Glittering, shimmering, and dazzling are those eyes of his

Drawn to those words, looks and scent of his,

Shoving and pushing the rest, I want those eyes of his

Caught in a web of infatuation, I just wanna be his 

Drinking and now drunk I still day dream I'm his

Weight-loss and anorexic I am now to fit into that world of his

Prettied up, dressed all fancied up I bloom like an iris.

Yoga, pilates, i tuck my tummy in this, (a girdle)

If he'd just give me a wink, I wouldn't mind sucking on that crotch of his

Body-to-body I wanna burn him up like them chillies

Daydreaming, I see myself bouncing on that  dick of his

Why can't he see beyond his darn fixed axis

Sick and depressed I desire and obsess no more on those dreamy eyes of his

Heed my advice and ignore the struts of that one Fancy Man.

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