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Time is of the essence!
And since you texted me “All love” with a red heart emoji, why waste it!

We speak in our native tongue of lust!
A must! A must we shall!
Checkmate, and we link up!

You enter and give out a tremendous cry of timberrrrrr
while my waterfalls that you rabidly went a chasing give way to a hidden super sweet mystifying blue lagoon!

But you knew that already,
Hence your anxious return to the forbidden!

Until our next rendezvous….
Colleen Lyons May 2015
in a dim lit bar,
where orange hues
soften our brains,

our pathetic pulsing hearts
spout whiskey blood
into our muscles

and we flip quarters
into each other’s creased hands,
waiting for the other to

drop the game,
our eyelashes flashing
distracting cravings.

but

your eyes aren’t chocolate pools
until rye sets flame
to your inhibitions.

i won’t take the invitation
for a sticky dip.

— The End —