I have a secret treasure,
Wearing a guitar,
Dancing on drums,
She comes…
Gnaws and growls,
Cries fair is foul,
She smiles..
Bites her lips,
Tears them apart,( I love them so)
She kisses..
Smudge your kohl,
Lose your mole,
She hides..
This is my shy creature.
2 comments:
loved this piece...makes me feel like one of those dangerous loved objects...
hmmmmm......
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