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Booty Call Subterfuge
Booty Call Subterfuge
She's so used
To booty calls
She wraps
Herself
In ivory
And drops
Her hips
Like jellyfish
Adorned
In every finery.
And yet
She bends
And sways herself
As headlights
For a deer
When really what
She wants
At night
Is pillow talk
Not fear.
She's so used
To booty calls
She wraps
Herself
In ivory
And drops
Her hips
Like jellyfish
Adorned
In every finery.
And yet
She bends
And sways herself
As headlights
For a deer
When really what
She wants
At night
Is pillow talk
Not fear.
Published 9th Nov 2021
Author's Note
The endgame of madness
Is a simple hug.
Is a simple hug.
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28th Mar 2022 11:53am
Oh goodness!
this is beautifully put!
and so true, so very often.
really good read this!
a hug! that's it!
Al
this is beautifully put!
and so true, so very often.
really good read this!
a hug! that's it!
Al
28th Mar 2022 12:46pm
Thank you....the push pull of needing love in the historical context that often contains violence is an overwhelmingly understated subtext.
Then children witness this reverberating silence madness and have to walk the Midnight rush in blind Hope's too often leading towards their own histories.
It's a generational insanity ignored on the surface, and reverberated as earthquakes with every shutting door or dark walk to the car.
Then children witness this reverberating silence madness and have to walk the Midnight rush in blind Hope's too often leading towards their own histories.
It's a generational insanity ignored on the surface, and reverberated as earthquakes with every shutting door or dark walk to the car.
