Misbehave

Misbehave

I’m not a prude
I’ve been mistaken for a saint
I made a dish of honesty and started preaching revelations
It sunk in that I might be a little bit dainty
Or a whole lot saucy
Meticulously sculpted to carry the passion that drives the ocean to give birth to the sand

Hold on a second

Look I’m not a prude
I’m just refined
Molded delicately to carry the pride of the moon and sun, when they make love publicly so
That we are astounded by the beauty of the eclipse

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I’m not a prude
I am everlasting

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