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julian jefko - love story lyrics

we had a h-ll of a crush/
she said i had a delicate touch

–> like every time she’s next to a sheet/
i get her to leak more than elephant trunks

impregnated with ideas, birth stellar verses, eloquent enough/
to soak pages, swelling it up, till her water breaks/
opens flood gates, even noah fell in them but/
maybe that’s an embellishment, cause lately the water’s been running dry/
and i’ve been turning the weeps of the wells well into dust/
she’s honestly dominatrix, let’s face facts/
at late nights, she takes cash, displays her -whips- and -chains-/
mirrored in tears and pains, plus with stage freight/
i get -choked- up every time i make raps/
and honestly, i don’t know why i take that/
maybe it’s cause she accepts me as i am with no clothing at all/
like she even takes me nude when the trojans are off/
and you know, with anybody being open is hard/
people talk about feeling “sparks”, but for me it’s more like/

–> lightning bolts and brain-storms- no one could calm/
get -thunder-claps from audiences frozen in awe/

but, if every storm p-sses, you see the sunshine on summer solstice’s dawn/
i make peeps go from frozen to thawed/

–> cause she melts hearts when approaching the heat that i hold in the both of my palms/

and after going for long, a lot of people want more nudes coming/

–> an exhibitionist if you will, as you can see, i like to make what we do public/

but maybe the decision to do that was too sudden, now that groups come in/
we can never be alone, and the screams and moans disclosed in -remote- places are silenced by -mute- b-ttons/
in quotations the youth “love” her, their fantasy’s sick/

–> they just lost -control- -demand- that we hit and press -record-/
so our monogamy’s commodified into p-rnography pics/

it bothers me when people love to consume but hate to produce the product they get/
if that economy flipped, then those wannabe pimps, might see her body for more than the profit she is/
might see her more for the prophet she is, with the solace she soes in ominous tones/
whether happy or sad, she’s like jonah’s whale, anytime i -come- to her she -swallows- me whole/
no wonder they say i’m a -spitter-, give her pleasures you couldn’t possibly know/
and she said she loves to see my sk!lls improve/

–> in other words, though i’m pretty -hard- now, she’d love to keep watching me -grow-/

- julian jefko lyrics

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