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endless string of men
following me while i'm on to the next
booty call on speed dial
mr fix me up at the dinner table
i tell you i wanna saturday nite guy
and you disappear into the woods
until wednesday.
your hands draw me back
the way you turn a cresent wrench
pull on a bad shoulder
push your finger into my back.
was it you who called me seven
then dropped me to a three?
your desire fades so quickly
no time to find my heaven.
this femme finds
she can remind
him where to find
what was behind
in the how that is now
kiss and tell take a bow
rattlesnake rebirth while
past and future slough
*^()
i'm sure i'll take a break soon
she thinks, the poems pile
under the moon, she thinks
i wanted to get to the swoon
she thinks it's coming a mile
away, the gods sweet hijinks
play and ripen in nights of june
&*6
inhale the scent of bread
my sweet i bake it just for you
add a soundrack lightheaded
and sad E minor with a view.
so many times i've smiled at you
embraced you before thinking
and for my pains i'm in a stew
of sluttery and blank blinkings.
what? you ask. or rather, don't
silence makes our after meal smoke
from this i've learned will makes won't
desire you with the morning's toke
done done on to the next one
looking for a heart attack
a final exit from the bones
onto a higher track.
if femme v slut's about who loves
and whom is merely smitten
i will take the lighter road, my hooves
look hot in this sex kitten.
(*)*()))))))))>>>>>>
in lieu of what the girl really wants.
endless string of men
following me while i'm on to the next
booty call on speed dial
mr fix me up at the dinner table
i tell you i wanna saturday nite guy
and you disappear into the woods
until wednesday.
your hands draw me back
the way you turn a cresent wrench
pull on a bad shoulder
push your finger into my back.
was it you who called me seven
then dropped me to a three?
your desire fades so quickly
no time to find my heaven.
this femme finds
she can remind
him where to find
what was behind
in the how that is now
kiss and tell take a bow
rattlesnake rebirth while
past and future slough
*^()
i'm sure i'll take a break soon
she thinks, the poems pile
under the moon, she thinks
i wanted to get to the swoon
she thinks it's coming a mile
away, the gods sweet hijinks
play and ripen in nights of june
&*6
inhale the scent of bread
my sweet i bake it just for you
add a soundrack lightheaded
and sad E minor with a view.
so many times i've smiled at you
embraced you before thinking
and for my pains i'm in a stew
of sluttery and blank blinkings.
what? you ask. or rather, don't
silence makes our after meal smoke
from this i've learned will makes won't
desire you with the morning's toke
done done on to the next one
looking for a heart attack
a final exit from the bones
onto a higher track.
if femme v slut's about who loves
and whom is merely smitten
i will take the lighter road, my hooves
look hot in this sex kitten.
(*)*()))))))))>>>>>>
in lieu of what the girl really wants.
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