Tease
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What a beautiful weapon she is.
She's the sharpest edge and the prettiest sight,
The softest, sweetest bringer of night,
And all with a teasing kiss.
What a beautiful, beautiful weapon she is.
I catch you summer breeze and suddenly time stops,
A moment of appreciation sets in.
It seems you wait until I have forgotten your cool touch.
I can't help but feel a smile begin.
I am a spicy fabric!
I do not stick to the skin
I do not sweat
And who are you to say I am a ditz to
be amazed at life’s simple pleasures?
You always like to rain on my parade
