I:
A pursed mouth pixie; wild flash
Of a pointed tongue and
Ink tapestry of passion,
I see the joie de vie
On your back� better than
Any silly monkey.
II:
Glistening hair tossed down
My stomach landing on
A twinge of need and damn, it�s
Cold! Unbidden smiling,
We flirt like� the premonition
Of second base.
III:
Robin�s egg eyes piercing mine
And I crack (a smile) as I
Watch you conjure him:
A thought painted lust
Needing to find a way out� it
Fogs your glasses.
IV:
And your dignity disarms me
As surely as your bone structure.
Twisting ache of innocence under
Sex kitten saran wrap;
Marilyn, he said... but she�s
My little sister.
V:
Little man Tate, they all love
Your hair. Rebel with a timestamp:
Expired, between you and me,
But I don�t expect to find curdles
If I open you up� I took my penicillin
Like a good girl.
2:40 p.m. - 2001-05-17
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