No, Seriously!
I really enjoyed
Your tits.
No, seriously! They're like
twin suns peeking over the desolate wasteland that is
your visually-impeding bra and
teasing tight button-up.
I got a fever running
fifty degrees past desperate to
reach out and touch somebody,
meaning you, and by touch I mean
sink my tongue lips deep in
[use that pretty imagination of
yours].
Because I hear you're a
fucking mona-lisa tigress
between the sheets,
like the best fortune cookie I'd ever opened
back when I still played that game,
ate Chow Mein
with chopsticks
and didn't know how to tease feather-dust fingers
over skin more delicate
than my own.
But baby,
let feel your sunburns clawing at
my summer-scarred back
and I'll forgive you for
the wasteland I walked through to get there.
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No, Seriously!
I really enjoyed
Your tits.
No, seriously! They're like
twin suns peeking over the desolate wasteland that is
your visually-impeding bra and
teasing tight button-up.
I got a fever running
fifty degrees past desperate to
reach out and touch somebody,
meaning you, and by touch I mean
sink my tongue lips deep in
[use that pretty imagination of
yours].
Because I hear you're a
fucking mona-lisa tigress
between the sheets,
like the best fortune cookie I'd ever opened
back when I still played that game,
ate Chow Mein
with chopsticks
and didn't know how to tease feather-dust fingers
over skin more delicate
than my own.
But baby,
let feel your sunburns clawing at
my summer-scarred back
and I'll forgive you for
the wasteland I walked through to get there.
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As my poetry is meant to be heard, and not simply read, I've included this sound clip. If it goes down, leave a comment or something.
No, Seriously!