PancaKe: A new piece...finally



Sneaky
Like structures, you line up just right
And when I’m drunk I burst alight
With secrets
Of the dirty nature
Ones we know would turn the eyes.
“Imagine if!” Charlie chuckled
If he knew,
His knees would buckle.
Checkers, Chess, the prize is moaning,
Late nights into morning groaning.

Your façade doesn’t fit on me,
Your lies all fail to sit with me,
Come be the man you want to be -
One shamelessly in love with me.


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Twist

"He's lovely, really nice," she boasts,
Stirring tea and making toast.
The girl I sympathise with most.
My smile plays havoc; horny ghost.

"Amazing body, lovely teeth,
(I can't believe we met last week!)
His accent's charming; Irish man,
Like Colin Farrel - Massive Fan."

But while the girls all gasp with glee,
I'm the one that's fucking Danny.
Much discretion, often sneak,
And make the bedroom's mattress creak.