- Erotic Poetry
- Feeling Minnesota
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The sign said "Obon on Sundays"
The voice cried "Run, Bunny! Run!"
Then nothing but a glimpse of lips, eyes and hips,
And the seductive cocking of her gun ---
"Ever been institutionalized?" her soft voice trilled.
Oh...my pleasurefull Goth girl sweet,
Cute doesn't cut it, and when we fall
Together we create the sleek petite treat.
High tek, low maintenance and only in broad daylight---
Screaming "Success!"; a biker babe,
my no sex soulmate...and I'm your listener
Spanking you lovingly, hoping to get laid.
These strange days and simple things;
Vice Presidents and French lessons.
"Do you fantasize about bare hunting,
Or James Bondage style sessions?"
When I turned around, the sign read "Screamer Wanted"
The TV shouted "Goddess Sought!"
My thoughts are strangely bright and haunted,
"Where were you?!" screams my soul
At a heart like a CO2-less soda.
And just a glimpse 'cross the bar of the girl with a scar
Leaves me feeling just a bit minnesota.
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