these words that pour from your finger tips keep my heart beating i have never had such safe sex rubbing raw what you make wet i am in love i am in lust i want your whispers to meet my ear and your lips to meet my neck
that reminds me of that special night we spent at that bar. with nelson. that steamy, passionate night. i think that song "black velvet" best captured it.
In Williams building there is a sign on the bulletin board that says, in a nutshell, poetry sucks and its for losers. I'm gonna go wth my camera and take a picture cos its funny as shit, but I thought you'd appreciate it
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i have never had such safe sex
rubbing raw what you make wet
i am in love i am in lust
i want your whispers to meet my ear and your lips to meet my neck
how is that for shitty amateur poetry?
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where the hell do you live now?
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http://www.killpoetry.org/MT/archives/2003_07.shtmlYellow Heaven
I think a banana
to a monkey must be
Like a 5th of Jack Daniels
is to me
Heaven in a glass
Or in their case a peel
I imagine we consume
with similar zeal
So here's to you my simian friend
And those crazy things you do
Cause when I drink enough Jack
I fling poo too
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thank you for sharing.
eyes pop out.
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