by Joeyg

Created on: January 24, 2009

Lets then talk.......

Okay,
You wanted to talk, so
Seeing as your lips bleed,
Lets then talk.

I am drained of the see-able,
Way watching what, and for reason?
I have only but crippled myself,
Stretched along side
As you walk on business, and
Pretend to be wandering home.

I, a contorted flesh-ling, into
A nicely fitted railing,
Of brass, not quite forever sturdy,
But etched, and handful firm,

Waiting for you to do as you please.

Oh now I ask,
So desired to,
Begging, please rape your Miss mitten
Of manicured lengths, crumpled soon white
and rosy tips, across my displaced backbone.

I am milked to a powder,
A Selfless urn,
Contained in noon dreams, and in
Night time, "I am pretty sure I don't love you's."
My smoky glass scope, a cancerous
Beholding, is not ever case enough.

Your faceless fortune bones
Seesaw to a standstill,
But my side is heavier,
Bearing down on my erection,
Clatter clacking and some noises unsure.

I am misdirected on whimsy and
Tortoise green in my ways,
Avoidance is a well dressed suit, man.
You called me many things,
But a midnight liar,
I am not.

It is always sex in denim you crave.
Your curvaceous couple
Always knows where to be,
Waist below, and bulbous,
A better part of life
Wasted on privilege, BUTT,
I bet they love you for that.

I regret having to call these cards,
Street queen, meat for winning hands,
Aces high pipe.
Even taking the pairs, two at a time,
And sure its fine to hit me,
Slapped red to face,
Face your face.
I would too if I was a whore.

It's time now,
To behold my mysterious double
In high heels and that same skin.
Squeeze you, my
Desperate hate pillow, to a pop.
You were always mine,
Silly.........

Microwave, Ding!
My reheated soul,
I can again sell you my heart.
Thanks for the talk.......

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