Giving him something real

Can he feel it’s not fake?

Real cellulite

It moves, wiggles, and shakes

Chokolate Cinnamon Milkshake

To the yard

The boys I keep caged away

My milkshake is reserved

I don’t even come out to play

I wonder if he dreams of the thick of the milk

His little Chokolate chip

The way he dips me

In his milk

Covers made of silk

Okay real quick

I was willing to give my heart

But too hot to handle the pot

The kettle heard the choo

Away he ran off; he flew

Away from this fudge of love

He wouldn’t want a cookie

Even if he wanted to

Yeah that is just how confusing he is too

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