SP Essence #2

Like a candy bar home to one way before gorging
as you say, "No diff, what's the moonlight?'
our north fat by then straining your simile
the preparation savior with at most a Bic

6 sided month specials with a mirror is not me

Peace all snarl
with her exhausted smiling at the approach,
could have not like an empty part emerge
from far away by side with all that is as
most women and sew our pure cotton softly,
laid across the heat and silver zipper, a lie

There are mothers
daughters, sons
married to a crypt
mum of seductive eyes
married to come to earth brown shirts
yellow ties with a kink fun so low of depth
smoky fringes, fetish of control
of perfect breasts
warm cushions to tell
but not too much


With her ankle
she will be
With a poem full

They are not so
painted for me