I don't think it's how beautiful I am. Maybe it's my crooked filthy smile but well I strolled to the store for beer this evening I don't know whats in the rocks but they shone like diamonds got the booze and had enough for a beer at the local bar met and told stories to so many people and as always they all wanted to...
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I don't understand her
She mystify's me and
Enchants me at every turn
Yet leaves me staring at her
Like a distant shore
Across impassable water
One moment she is beside me
Arm in arm
Hand in glove
The next I am just trying
To touch her
To feel her
To predict or understand
What she is
Is a strength
I do not possess
Forever...
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How can you comprhend
the line of a hand
in the eyes of a poet
of shape
And figure
what happens in there
what comes from within
to mysify
that which is without.
In the hands of art
I would like to be the pencil
carresed
into placement of
lines so fine
like coming
just once
and
going blind
All In A Eye
And A...
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How many times will she ask me to
dance
Hair as white as arctic snow
Hands like daggers with black nails
Skin as dark as ebony
and ohhh her shape
A figure born of moonbeams
from the darkest pit of hell
Lips like stagnant blood
Black dress showing cleavage
split to her cunt
I can just imagine that pudenda
it would eat me like a...
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