Midas Touches
This I will handle in another way.
To keep the scent fresh and away from decay.
Like a new hip beat,
That...
Will move your feet.
And...
Up on your list.
I want this lifted.
To crush all fussing.
With a must that's hushed!
You need that midas...
Touch that rushes!
You know it's needed.
And I'm here to feed it.
Needed...
Are my midas touches.
Don't blush and gush.
I'm gonna give that midas rush.
Needed...
Are my midas touches.
Don't blush and gush.
I'm gonna give that midas rush.
This I will handle in another way.
To keep the scent fresh and away from decay.
Like a new hip beat,
That...
Will move your feet.
And...
You need that midas...
Touch that rushes!
You know it's needed.
And I'm here to feed it.
Needed...
Are my midas touches.
Don't blush and gush.
I'm gonna give that midas rush.
You need that midas...
Touch,
That rushes!
You know it's needed.
And I'm here to feed it.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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