Hedonistics Anonymous
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Pillowspeak (Bedspeak Comedy)
Flames flicker
My senses melt into a hazy blur
Like ice-cream under the hot sun
(Your tongue)
Licks
Creative juices that flow southwards
Entire collections of Shakespeare's sonnets
Transposed into a loaded gun
Pumped full of lusty overtones
Testosterone
And raging undercurrents
I cannot perceive
A silky puff of smoke
You obliterated all my defenses
My only protection
Starts with a D
Ends with an X
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 11:48 pm ::
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