You own my lust How does it feel ? On this side of the fence There’s rumblings Throbbing in the summer night Wistfully longing You own me Take good care of me I don’t break easily But when I do, I break hard Xxx
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It’s a little too late Much too late For should not The die has been cast Beans spilled And should not Is a thing on the past Now there’s only The carpet of guilt Wallpaper of whining Sad idling engine What might have been. The post Should Not | Cattail Jester appeared first on Best…
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Down the back street To a back door Background noise A deflection Artificial plants that look as real As false eyelashes Valuable as liquid gold Integrated with authenticity Rich chocolate dripping out of fountains Surrounded by all of that It’s hard to resist Until the pressure cooker explodes Into a mushroom cloud Bleeding out Nothing…
Since Way Back When Way back in the last century in 1992 when I was a mere 50 I slipped in between the clean sheets of my bed and sighed: Thank you, thank you. As I always do, so grateful to not be sleeping in the back seat of my ’56 Pontiac on Mount Ranier…
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Ink flows like blood in deep blue She picks me up several times a day Fiddles around with my logo Flirting thoughts surrounding her smile I have no gender I’m comfortable resting between her fingers The caress of words That connective tissue between Mind body and me Waiting for something grounded in electricity I need…
