Lovers folding, heartbeats fluttering like a flock of a thousand sparrows.
Toes twitch as static lips finger the fine lines between staccato kisses.
I make you try, diamond hard, for me, a meek kitten, as I roar from one too many
Licks. Come, run your change of hips by me, swinging from cold to hot so easily,
you stupid ape. Draw me like a magnetic ace, the winning card you
Pretend you don’t want. Fill me, yet another hole, as if I wasn’t gaping
enough. I have my own spade, thank you.
A simple pout pulls the upper hand but
I’m laden, and you are no gentleman, and there is no concierge for this.
Lord I would love to club that silly smirk off your dick.
The pen is poised, impatient for inspiration to strike.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
.It Was Just A Poke.
buttons
dick,
heartbeats,
holes,
kiss,
Love and Other Ghosts,
sparrows,
Stupid Girl,
Temper Temper
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All You Can Think
bed
black cats
body heat
books
bruises
bullshit
coffee
comebacks
constellations
cowboys
dancing
darkness
dick
dream
drunk
eyes
fire
flowers
freak
heartbeats
holes
Hope
kiss
kisses
laughter
lick
lips
Love and Other Ghosts
midnight
mirror mirror
naughty
numbers
on the shelf
outsider
owls
pearls
pedicures
piano
pride
reflection
relfection
secrets
shadow
skies
skin
skull
smile
smoking
sparrows
stars
stones
strangers
strawberries
Stupid Girl
sunglasses
sunsets
Temper Temper
the Blues
the lemon tree
tongue
ugly
velvet
waiting
whistling
wine
winter
wishing
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Le Petit Biographie
- Alexia
- I laugh, I live, I think, I write (not necessarily in that order)... padam, padam indeed, Ms. Piaf. This poetry is almost always spontaneous and almost rarely edited.
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