Mistress Briane makes magic
with tricks tucked up her sleeve
she’s filled with fuck and wonder
you need to see it to believe
Her ass is filled with diamonds
her tits are made of brass
take a whiff of her honeyed slit
or fuchsia scented gas
Her timbre rings of violins
she laughs in shades of blue
stars twinkle in her eyes
and man, she loves to screw
No where on earth will you find
a lady like Mistress Briane
and yes oh yes you’d die for the chance
to become her little man
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