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January 20, 2005
My beautiful predator ( the surgeon, tool box,and the corpse)
Your gentle ways, elude
Your angst, my beautiful predator,
Your clipped nails, creamy skin,
The way you walk, in measured steps,
The pitch of your voice, that asks
The listener to get closer, intimate
With your scent, and your lips, thin
As they are, the angle of your nose,
Carefully set in the middle of your face
Like a core that centers, your soft chin,
And forehead,symmetrically approximate,
All, tell of the nobility of your blood,
And the spoon you were fed
Your middle aged, long forehead,
Even the color of your hair,
Placidly brown, red, bordering
on hues of insifigance, your demeanor,
Your bored gray pants, navy jackets,
Ralph Lauren ties, academic brouhaha,
And Harvard educated accent, and yet
The angst, the rage, that flows red
In your blue veins, my charming prince
But alone, disrobed, when
Your thin bones, covered by
Your hailess skin, comes to view,
When deprived of all that covers
Your hide, your thorns, weeded all
Over your soul, comes through,
The hook, and the whip, the nails,
And the hammer, and you the surgeon
that has to cut, penetrate, and dissect
Your ghosts and demons, all in my bed,
With my corpse
And me, your love, your wife,
The woman you married, your muse,
The gate keeper, naked from the
Latex of your latest excuses,
Numbed by the predictability of you,
Closed eyes beauty of yester years,
Made up, dolled up, the way you need,
Ready for intercourse, as you open
Your tool box, and come to bed
Sitting on my chest for a fellatio,
Mounting me, missionary, doggy style,
Front, back, on the sides, every cavity,
Orifice, and poures, with your erect
Penis, your manhood, your cock, as our
bodies barely touch, with no kisses,
You calim you right, and once again
Exercise your power.
Posted by Idinraha at January 20, 2005 11:19 AM
Comments
you know!
I am afraid of exposing myself becuase I am afraid of getting hurt, and I still do...
You are not afraid of exposing yourself but you too are afarid of getting hurt, and you still do...
but regardless of our difference, we both never trade our pains in return for not being lovers!
Posted by: Fereydoon at January 21, 2005 03:37 AM