Just me having fun with the sad sacks of craigslist M4W in Washington, DC.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Does poetry turn you on? Let's hop into bed...

Mmmmmm. Poetry...

I live in the ears of a woman...
Who lives on a wave...
Thrown by Todd on the beach...
Can you hear me?
I say, "Put down my fuckin' remote"
Nonplussed, you choose American Idol...
Your eyes? Placid pools of long forgotten stump water
I kiss you
You shiver and shake like a badly tuned diesel engine...
I kiss you
You absently utter, "Vonzell is the bomb..."
I kiss you
And subconsciously agree...
And my disillusion is complete...

(with special thanks to MI GIRL).

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