She
she's some kind
of wonderful
takes me to the stars
beyond my window
she is hers
and I am mine
together
we are what it is
an answer
nothing to lose
she's some kind
of wonderful
just like a woman
tonight inside the rain
on this bumpy brass bed
she takes
she aches
she gives
she wants
me
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♥R
R
she tied the laces to my shoes
she opened a book of poems
written by me
to her
yes!
an answer
nothing to lose
Good words and rated with hugs
I hope it's something in the drinking water that's
making the local nerdy writers suddenly irresistible.
Although if you tell me she "speaks like silence" and
"knows there's no success like failure/&that failure's no success at all"
I shall require her sister's number immediately. Or her daughter's.
Or her mother's. Aunt's?
" she is hers
and I am mine
together
we are what it is
an answer
nothing to lose"
tells me it's the real deal.
local water is spirit-free soda
her silence laughs
her sisters wear baseball hats
waiting for daughters of the revolution
make me recall`
`
You are former`
`
The Mean Mr. Mustard.
Please Behave. Ya Erotic.
If Ya do catch Poison Ivy-
Shake the gerontologist.
Shake the governor hand.
It smells like fish sardines.
See crescent Moon today.
It is crescent in thee West.
I was just gazing at a Moon.
It's like old erotic Memories.
No ask FBI to reveal Erotica.
Ask Ya gerontologist to Shake.
Share Ya poison mustard Ivies.
Go to Yale to research Flax Oil.
Shake hand with oily Mustards.
Mustard bloom is bright yellow.
No shake Michelle Obama's hand.
She shakes hand in the 'dap' style.
She's nice. No spread Ya itchy tho.
You are a Connecticut constituent.
No eat eskimo pie with nostril hair?
huh?
I mean?
Whatever?
Shave nasal hair?
or,
get mustard on nose?
or,
Grow nostril hairs to feign mustache.
Get eskimo pie on your upper lip too.
Get a Friend to communicate erotics.
Ya remind me of JME & Blind Dream.
Please?
No reveal on Blogs Erotic Fantasies?
I just a `'preaching' to mustard farmers.
You act like rural mustard neurosurgeon.
I always liked You as Mean Mr. Mustards.
Ice cream taste good with Yellow Mustard.
R
silk city under gloomy gray skies.
i not gloomy.
dont forget
to forget about today until tomorrow.
never f-ing enough.ha.
she takes
she aches
she gives
she wants
me
good luck with that. i have never been
able to handle it without
making the
slightest
mis step
which led to catastrophe.