I love you
even as the knock-kneed flea
that ticks me off
when I want to get off
and you don't;
with curlers in your hair
wearing grandmother's underwear,
I love you.
and even though
my snake lie idle
in the thick of grass
longing for
a roller coaster uprising,
I love you hard enough
to pick up the padded pieces
that pop out from your bra;
covering the scars of yesterday.
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Author:
B.B. Christopher (
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- Published: February 8th, 2018 00:34
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 9
Comments1
Good innuendoe here! Cute and amusing.
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