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let me take this flower
you've kept for long
and touch its buds
see the beauty it hides;
you said, awful but wonderful
you said ugly, but one of a kind
you said no- but when I began
all you ever shouted was YES and GO

let me own this flower, you've kept
and I promise to have it watered
night and day
Butch Decatoria Dec 2016
He has no suspicious ideas

about these hidden thoughts of mine.

The "Got it Twisted" wickedness

Boy

Have I got ideas of what I could do to him,

The experience of my prowess

The sensual heights

I could bring him

Service him the vice of moist

Lips of this mouth

The levies I could break...

Even now (ONE Mississippi)

The Earnestness of the warmth in my groin

(TWO Mississippi)

trains of thought / tight caboose / and whistling steam

(Thrice Mississippi...)

My imbalance seems becoming obvious

So we hurriedly converse,

Our talk :

Brief with business lingo

(My eyes high on his physique)

In the interim

Exchange our dimes,

Buddha in my hand...

"Wuss up?"

'Sup bro... (a synchronized nod)

In the pause of dead air,

I mad dog him with my eyes

                          (Drunk off his musk).

He has no idea about these ideas

The silent stealth of the naked thoughts in my *******,

The twisted scene of my imagination's

Motion pictures...


******** him off to completion.
Cordelia Rilo Sep 2015
I'm two seconds from my next in a train of stupid thoughts
the last two were
"you matter"
and "I left the phone off the hook"
Didn't you read my apology?
I'm sorry I didn't hit you slower so I could have laughed longer
I think she was right,
"the harder he gets
the *
better"
From: my past
To: survivor

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