by Mac Guerreiro Swinging hips,They don’t even try,But they catch your eye,Subtle or not eye won’t turn to check,Nah fuck that,Because eye know you peek,And eye didn’t mind,The looks were occasionally returned in kind,But eye don’t like what this has come to,My eyes used to want to play with you,The perfect timing,A glance to your …

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