- Erotic Poetry
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I threw a punch then kissed him softly on the lips. He was sick. Cold hands. Part of me wanted the attention after a bit. Then me and this fella from 'Bama put on a hell of a show. There was this fox there, I saw her from the crowd, bold and leather dangerous, a shape shifting beauty queen. Rowdy as hell with needles in his pocket, talkin' 'bout how this or that one left for the farm. The DJ was the Baroness, and everybody knew the definition of irony before John got up and started singing. She and me left that night in an old LTD, went to her place in Boulder and she died there. Found out I was a trust fund baby so I'm picking us out a house. Thinking of adopting.
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