Sweetheart--singles' night
Slick fake leather dream.
The long pink cigarette choked between
Passion-fire red top
And hell bent bottom lip
Delicious breath--
A car crash in your eyes.
The spike-heeled goddess who never loved roses.
You show your eye teeth in that
Slo gin smile.
Those thighs of yours speak to me
In another illegal language
A freight train made of flesh.
Oct 30, 2011
Oct 30, 2011 at 12:46 PM UTC
Sweetheart--singles' night
Slick fake leather dream.
The long pink cigarette choked between
Passion-fire red top
And hell bent bottom lip
Delicious breath--
A car crash in your eyes.
The spike-heeled goddess who never loved roses.
You show your eye teeth in that
Slo gin smile.
Those thighs of yours speak to me
In another illegal language
A freight train made of flesh.
1997-ish
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