You're quite the trickster,
With tall pair of gin and tonic.
Shall we dance a set or two,
Before you assail me
In the dark, with objects
Stowed away in your
Glove compartment?
I promise to walk into walls,
Become pliable in your arms.
You even have my word,
I'll lose control of all
My faculties right about
The time you begin ********** me.
And I will wake up
In the morning,
With no memory
And no underwear.
You can then move
Carefree, on to your
Next hapless victim.
While I merrily go about
My day in the numbed womb's
Afterbirth of that last sentence.
Forever to ***** at
Flesh and membrane.
Sincerely quiet,
Candace
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 11:23 PM UTC
You're quite the trickster,
With tall pair of gin and tonic.
Shall we dance a set or two,
Before you assail me
In the dark, with objects
Stowed away in your
Glove compartment?
I promise to walk into walls,
Become pliable in your arms.
You even have my word,
I'll lose control of all
My faculties right about
The time you begin ********** me.
And I will wake up
In the morning,
With no memory
And no underwear.
You can then move
Carefree, on to your
Next hapless victim.
While I merrily go about
My day in the numbed womb's
Afterbirth of that last sentence.
Forever to ***** at
Flesh and membrane.
Sincerely quiet,
Candace
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