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Steve Boldin Sep 2010
We enter the room,
the flower wall paper makes me feel funny,
But I ignore the feeling.
We begin to kiss,
Passion and lust start pulsing through my veins,
I cant think straight and my body,
My body,
My body! It feels like a new high!
I rush violently torwards the bed,
Rummaging through a land of stuffed animals.
I arrive, and what I saw, what I saw was glory.
As she laid on the bed,
Sweetly humming a simple innocent melody,
I came closer till I could almost feel her breath.
I laid down next to her,
Filled with this uncontrolable feeling,
I began ripping, tearing her clothes off,
She smiled at me with the oddest expression,
Almost as if to say, "Come get me."
*******.
It is almost as is the sun and the stars were singing the same beautiful melody as she.
And then, then came this new sensation,
She reached up and pulled me down closer,
The pressure built faster and faster,
I began to sweat and quiver!
Nails in my back like a scalpel in flesh.
This it happens.
An eruption equivilant to that of Mt. St. Helens!
Im done.
My body tingles exquisitely.
This girl, this lady, she is missing.
Where could she have gone?
Was this real?
Am I real?
****.
Copyright 2010. Steve Boldin.
Steve Boldin Sep 2010
The lines and the cuts and filling my sight,
Will I ever come back from this terrible night?
I see oppertunity on the horizon like a midnight flame,
Maybe I should play the devils little game.
For as the lepord has its spots, as I my weakness,
Like a ghost in the night I overcome my meekness.
To move close to the lines drawn upon the table,
As I clear out my veins I just wasnt able,
To see the truth in the broadcast blasting on the cable,
This life will get better, is that fact or fable?
Will I ever be happy again? Someone answer!
Or ill just keep spinning in a circle like a ******* tiny dancer.
And as my throat began to close,
And my blood pressure rose,
I feel this new life enter into my nose,
I can feel my skin crawling underneath of my clothes,
This feeling keeps grows as it enters my toes.
But now what is happening? As I see the red tide.
I can see my blood flowing, coming from the inside.
I guess this is going to be my final ride,
The paper curtains slammed shut, and in the dark the actors cried.
Copyright 2010. Steve Boldin

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