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Click hereactual human parts emerge
from the folds of paper wasp spine binding
barely dripping, un stung
holding something meant
for sharing only once
then making new
you fold your wait
like it will never happen
but the eye on you gets more moist
you give like a shower
cumming for yourself,
sharing with the voice from within the nest
one slender evening
a far away phone rings,
it sounds like someone breathing
there is wiggle, jump and jolly
a smile that drools
un sung
I see cars drive by,
there are none,
they are not invented yet
while chatting with a chum asking of his romance
I see two flies together worth swatting in one swing,
so goes the evenings conversation
shell shocked ladies and gentlemen
with shirts, ties, petticoat, math junctions
watching the simple from simple couched opinions darkened
a happy, a happy, a kind touch.
it is wait for the "e" ~
then the tone that ending in your ear fronting out my mouth
for the devices
that will delight and bring
more cave dwelling in khaki shorts and loin
the sorceress gives us one smiling day
strapped to olive mooring and tan
with the vanilla waiting in dripping lines
there was so much confusion that day. most stayed indoors paying most attention to their toes. some worked too hard at pruning the endings of cuticle and the intellect of nerves that far south. the sorceress ventured out and about while her dark gray spell held the little town of Bono Votive bound and mediaplexed.
it was not a sad day for the dwellers there. they had there mates. they had their cable game show shinny classics. they had things to share in closets and boxes never dreamed of.
sorceress was serene with 24 "bachelors" to dangle and tease. she was not stranger to sad tears when it could have been happy bursts of eyes joyful just for the glance of a woman this leathered and silked. she does have such a wicked way and not as hot as the cold brand that leaves chunks of her chap.
much cherished chap of victim and second hand victim of her spell this forgotten forever night and day and one more juicy night for good measure
Bono Votive and Beautiful View. Should have paid more attention when you told me to read you. By the way, been thinking about you lately.