Oct 10, 2004 19:18
it's a lonely guitar night in louisiana.
nearly three thousand miles between
a peak and a swamp, and she's swaying
like there's no talent involved.
time passes like seconds and folds
between the sheets and pillows.
there is no skin she hasn't seen.
no sex she hasn't swallowed.
and there is no orgasm too hot
to dance beside.
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emotionally charged. Not what I am used to reading...
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