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Design ha ha bad poetry ala Adipose I. I never asked suddenly arms enfolded me Leg tossed causually over mine Momentary security. II. When you kiss You open your mouth too wide Force your tounge Flat ridged into mine A bit, a teething pad I suck then lick the tip as your beard tickles me. III. This is me Adding myself To the list of women who have shared your bed I love your taste These women A parade Maidens, mothers, crones Exiting bars, entering classrooms There is no distinct pattern to your taste This one bombshell wearing only her penthouse laurels That one with lines Etched finely into her face Brushing Loose curly hair from her eyes This one disappearing into her bones-eyes large, Fevered, malnourished, gothic Then I walking like a man Fierce, determined Wearing curves that make pillows for heads Filled with sorrow A quick smile that never reaches my eyes There are more I see then a line of women Echoing into infinity All thinking talking restless questioning Moving moving Moving On. IV. Packing up Moving on Out of swamp land Into the wild blue yonder 6 feet of fire Dances tantalizingly Aginst blue green mountins Snow, snow barricading flesh into Monuments of sex I�ll miss you Yet wish you well
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