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Goth Girl Café
Goth Girl Café
Her Goth Girl eyes burn
With the heat of a million black holes
Which swallow me whole
Into a born again sexuality
Which my fifty year old body
Hungers for like a furnace stoked
To feel her flesh
Inked in black butterflies
With her legs bathed in black nylons
Embroidered in paisley delicacies
Orange hair sets fire to my eyes
Which grow wide like red giant stars
Her lipstick smile caresses my retinas
And blazes a path
to her hidden floral arrangements
Her Goth Girl eyes burn
With the heat of a million black holes
Which swallow me whole
Into a born again sexuality
Which my fifty year old body
Hungers for like a furnace stoked
To feel her flesh
Inked in black butterflies
With her legs bathed in black nylons
Embroidered in paisley delicacies
Orange hair sets fire to my eyes
Which grow wide like red giant stars
Her lipstick smile caresses my retinas
And blazes a path
to her hidden floral arrangements
Published 30th Jul 2016
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30th Jul 2016 12:53pm
Sounds like a potent recipe for destruction
Enjoy the ride but buckle your seat belt
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30th Jul 2016 1:53pm
4th Sep 2016 3:37am
4th Sep 2016 4:30am
Much gratitude Duende. Glad you enjoyed this portrait of a lovely and intriguing woman. She was quite memorable. :)
John
John
