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Good Legs
That suited cunt with a guinness
in one hand and a mobile phone
in the other is as dead
as my father.
The girl across from me,
who occasionally makes eye contact,
with those good legs is close
in the race.
I cannot see the sexual craving for others
as I once did
now that I see the similarities in us all
as the good legs stand up and walk away
sexily, I am left smiling...
The view is great, but the experience
would be just another hell.
So I sit here with a beer
and a little knowledge that everything is just fine
providing we allow it to walk by.
in one hand and a mobile phone
in the other is as dead
as my father.
The girl across from me,
who occasionally makes eye contact,
with those good legs is close
in the race.
I cannot see the sexual craving for others
as I once did
now that I see the similarities in us all
as the good legs stand up and walk away
sexily, I am left smiling...
The view is great, but the experience
would be just another hell.
So I sit here with a beer
and a little knowledge that everything is just fine
providing we allow it to walk by.
Published 14th Nov 2010
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14th Nov 2010 3:54pm
14th Nov 2010 5:41pm
Ahh life's dull patterns. Once you see them it kind of takes a little of the glamour away doesn't it? well done, sir.
7th Dec 2010 7:45am
... "and a little knowledge that everything is just fine
providing we allow it to walk by. "
providing we allow it to walk by. "
20th Dec 2010 1:55pm
but when does the thrill of all the rest of the hurricane in a fling lose its appeal to the point where its just not worth the hell anymore? I hope I never reach that point....I would go through a thousand hells as long as the whirlwind is good.
