[verbal dysentery]
...a trailing edge; the faintest whiff of smoke
like a wraith, slowly curls from her lips
ruby red and pursed; ready to be kissed atlast
one long night lingers on & on
across an aisle of pine & the spaces in-between
can i stare at you with my cinema eyes?
clearly focused on you. probbing you deeper;
like never before in your whole damn life...!
(a little exorcise might do me right)
c'mon, you sweet pretty thing; just a faint
peek-a-boo of a smile from you.
c'mon
show me your dimples
yeah, thats right...