I wanted, but then
she was more insistent,
I showed her the pin,
with it's globular head
and pointed tip-
evidently keen in intension.
She was bitten by the bug,
***** me hard with your pin"
she said,
i got it,..the blood..
nobody was around that lakeside,
at that time.
I saw three drops of blood
on white satin.
I didn't stop,
her eyes were butterflies
flitting around white satin,
and the blood-letting pin.
Jan 11, 2012
Jan 11, 2012 at 7:50 AM UTC
I wanted, but then
she was more insistent,
I showed her the pin,
with it's globular head
and pointed tip-
evidently keen in intension.
She was bitten by the bug,
***** me hard with your pin"
she said,
i got it,..the blood..
nobody was around that lakeside,
at that time.
I saw three drops of blood
on white satin.
I didn't stop,
her eyes were butterflies
flitting around white satin,
and the blood-letting pin.
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