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Drew Dockerty Feb 2013
Heart trapped in iron bands, love forged and lust locked.

Music thumping, head board jumping. Sweet soul music screaming out. Nail marks and tooth bites shows how the passon lashed out.

Bodies entwind whats mine is yours and yours is mine. Bed room floor antics make me pine to explore.

Outside, inside, upside car bonet time, hand cuffs, leater whips and oh so much more to  explore.

Easy come hard to go, as I want to hold you, feel you by my side to the end of time.
The waxing crescent moon is dim
but it sheds light enough to see
thirty dusty glass eyes
staring right back at me

Neat spun curls in copper, gold, and chocolate
beneath delicate straw hats trimmed in lace
fifteen cold bodies stand stock still
with all of their gazes trained on my face

Dainty petticoats fluffy under dresses
and leater boots over feet without toes
what they do when we close our eyes
nobody truly knows

Painted-on cheeks and smooth porcelain grins
fifteen flawless girls all perfectly dressed
smiling wide because they all know
this night will give me no rest

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