- Erotic Poetry
- The Ballad of Kizzie Lay
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Dust settles; smoky room.
She's the one you know,
for all have known her,
or wanted to.
The camera's flash ignites the shadows,
their embers dance around her gaze,
her longing for whoever's love,
the ballad told of Kizzie Lay
She'll do it all, and do it right,
she'll make your dreams come true tonight,
she'll be your slave, she'll treat you nice,
she's your wet dream, all for a price.
Dirty laundary; what a night.
She's the dirtiest angel,
with a cross to bare,
impurity.
The world will watch with mouths agape,
and the money will roll right in,
everyone wants a piece of this,
to fuck with Kizzie Lay.
She'll do what you want and drive you wild,
her breasts smell of sin and camomile,
she'll do what you want with a fuck-me-hard smile,
she'll give you a note with a number to dial.
Censored mega-superstar,
surely destined to go far,
sins and fiery shooting stars,
craving you,
in the back seat,
of any car.
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