What Poets Do
this i want color shimmers creamy rimming sea green eyes this i am black lace and sheer pink fishnets pressing soft against the thighs of Woman i like thoughts hard defined but not Man engorged firm shall my nougat-white thights stay candy-coated shut? or bond to those who flock to me attracted by my eyes old wise my desperate lies i am Woman a tasteful backbone of steel but skin of lemon chiffon ephemeral ethereal to be a Slut you must be beautiful and renounce Love -or, ugly and whore for affection (obsession?) or neither but live by your words seduce and simultaneously tighten their noose by the twist of your honey'd tongue draw them blind them suck them dry when finally they overlook a lazy eye a heavy thigh instead they fuck your gorgeous lies
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crookedmirror) wrote,
calm
