John Snowdon

Tete-A-Tete: Mal Apropos

Madame:

My compliments, and I must say

You were right to warn against the sway

Coz what you have I cannot stave-

You're a freight train baby, a tidal wave.

 

She's motion, and I'm heavy.

While I'm guessing, she's steady.

As want and need are now asunder,

If she's lightning, then I'm thunder.

 

She says:

"The backseat; there's nothing better."

She takes me, and I let her.

By the lion's eyes of her lovely face

Bloom shames thrust with each embrace.

 

I've fallen, and she's wasted.

She's jonesin, I taste it.

Like wildflowers in her layered hair,

Or the splash of Vodka in her ginger ale.

 

Vapor form, or lifted ash.

and bought from Ferguson's secret stash.

For a tete-a-tete I shall remember.

She takes me, and I let her.

 

Now across the point of no return

Comes fires forth forever burn,

And marks this moment to the grave.

You're a freight train baby, a tidal wave.



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