Tactile heart

As you scroll your hours away
I'm bound for you in the frame
Why're you still waiting?

I've dressed up in the nude
And the lines on me are true
Just run your finger

I've left it to your imagination
To paint my dirty picture
I'll be your mannequin muse

I'll take all the credit
And you'll take the flying shit
My gendered excuse

A tactile heart in my chest
If you're not interested
There's a million waiting

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