The Oaks from Subtle Art by Killfranc

Won’t you meet me at the laundromat
We get things clean
Meet me at the laundromat that’s down my street

Next to Napolis. We can get some’n eat
While we dry them sheets
Bring em back upstairs n make the bed all neat
Cus what they say? That you make the bed you lay on.
Same bed we play on
Hanging off the same edge I pray on
It’s not sinful, it’s blissful; it’s nuanced
There’s a thin line between lust and passionate love
With the adequate touch
And added touches of adrenaline rush
Let my heart speak up
Heartbeat speed up
This is art, clean brush stroke
Painting sweet stuff
Glimmers of gold
Slivers of bold white outlines
The beauty’s in us both
Expressed on the canvas with the colors that we chose
Memories frozen in time
Won’t you let it be, let it be mine

Won’t you meet me at the laundromat
We get things clean
Meet me at the laundromat that’s down my street

Around the corner from crème caramel
Coffee and confections
Americano black cus one look at you can satisfy my sweet tooth
Through my perception there’s no equal to you
Parallel at most those seem like the truth
But they not it, they not you
Love like my fabric softener, it’s unstoppable
Nothing better than your sweet scent that lingers in my linen
Fingers slow caressing
leave you on the edges of your limits
Take control or be submissive
Duality exists here
Naughty body kisses
Realizing all ya wishes
All the mistletoe is in your aura even though it’s far, this is what I want for Christmas
Nothing on your body but a bow
Nothing on my body but that body baby, woah.
Therapeutic for my being as a whole
Your therapy is beautiful

Won’t you meet me at the laundromat.

Yeah see you at The Oaks

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