BLUEBERRIES...
...IT'S WHAT SHE HAS WRITTEN IN HER FACEBOOK...
...and my dreams are only half my age...when i'm not old enough to be her father and i want to squeeze her tangerine so tight that she inspires these crippled fingers to type out the words of the wild...
...she's one of those statue types that doesn't get too strange when she reads that your eyes are undressing her like the mad sex in open windows...she doesn't pull away if the next-door neighbor passes by...
...and she came to me a year ago after i'd given up my lust for red-head love, giving me her tongue (not mouth to mouth), though her words were strung like Joe Strummer's guitar on a hot-lick of bouncy bouncy...
...in the next line, she could do me the favor of allowing me to write my first book of published prose on her naked back......AND...if i should run out of space: I'll just flip the page.
...IT'S WHAT SHE HAS WRITTEN IN HER FACEBOOK...
...and my dreams are only half my age...when i'm not old enough to be her father and i want to squeeze her tangerine so tight that she inspires these crippled fingers to type out the words of the wild...
...she's one of those statue types that doesn't get too strange when she reads that your eyes are undressing her like the mad sex in open windows...she doesn't pull away if the next-door neighbor passes by...
...and she came to me a year ago after i'd given up my lust for red-head love, giving me her tongue (not mouth to mouth), though her words were strung like Joe Strummer's guitar on a hot-lick of bouncy bouncy...
...in the next line, she could do me the favor of allowing me to write my first book of published prose on her naked back......AND...if i should run out of space: I'll just flip the page.