it hurts to hear barking n gunshot
she doesnt know him like i do
so if i watched porn
would that be cheating on my partner
or would it make me
less clingy to him
or if i think about it
in my head
i did that with two friends
n there was sharing going on
is he the wine that pours from
your lute ? is he the music
that comes from a place
where music is
redundant?
that
makes a sound
only Gods and devils
can hear? is he the beginning
and the end of the circle
where time stands still
that you can feel under your skin
a hundred miles away ... does
he make your soul blossom
like a orchid in a
hothouse
your stilettoes
compliment the muscle
under the gauze
As throngs of excited guitar
beat applause
his hair looks subtle
under the chiffon
how about his mate
kept in suspense
thick fingers
study the elastic
we paint his lips with khol
and fruited lipsalve
trace contours of his chest
what is so funny
he can hardly stand up.
as he grapples me for the handle
you think the weirdest things
n this is a wild card
a throw of the dice
n it wasnt where i landed
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