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Over The Bridge
My eyes shut wide open,
cherry red light bulbs blink
with window taps and high heels-
I imagine what she will feel like
every time I penetrate her.
Its so hard! To speak
when your abdomen vibrates
more and more and more;
Each breath a waterfall.
I fall into her stagnant canal,
with a kiss behind closed curtains
as the old men walk in
for their morning pick-me-up
and old ladies wait for the prose
I'll never give.
cherry red light bulbs blink
with window taps and high heels-
I imagine what she will feel like
every time I penetrate her.
Its so hard! To speak
when your abdomen vibrates
more and more and more;
Each breath a waterfall.
I fall into her stagnant canal,
with a kiss behind closed curtains
as the old men walk in
for their morning pick-me-up
and old ladies wait for the prose
I'll never give.
Published 9th Jan 2015
| Edited 10th Jan 2015
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10th Jan 2015 3:38pm
a different piece of the genre in my dup reads..packed in all brevity, nevertheless sensual n juxtaposed cleverly i feel. S3l2 shud be devoid of "is" i hope.
10th Jan 2015 5:35pm
