my dreams are boiled
and scorched up
like a fever blister on the lip
of an anarchist
on the seventh consecutive day of
ozzfest
i'm hot and i am bothered
like the knickers of
the old french ***** who lives
upstairs
in every grimy novel
ever published
the lips on my face
are puckered and raw
like the ********
of every ****** in prison
because
we've been kissing
for weeks now,
lying naked and careless
like the bright setting sun
splashing the floor of your room
with sweat
and ***
and primal laughter
now i'm standing on your doorstep
wet from the rain
wanting
one
more
sunburned mosquito bite.
Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 4:40 PM UTC
my dreams are boiled
and scorched up
like a fever blister on the lip
of an anarchist
on the seventh consecutive day of
ozzfest
i'm hot and i am bothered
like the knickers of
the old french ***** who lives
upstairs
in every grimy novel
ever published
the lips on my face
are puckered and raw
like the ********
of every ****** in prison
because
we've been kissing
for weeks now,
lying naked and careless
like the bright setting sun
splashing the floor of your room
with sweat
and ***
and primal laughter
now i'm standing on your doorstep
wet from the rain
wanting
one
more
sunburned mosquito bite.
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