i'll bet your mother still
doesn't know
the way you used
to scream and writhe.
i could have written projections
and prophicies based
on your hips and thighs.
you shivered, wrapped your legs
around my head, bucked,
let me bury myself
in your uterus.

i'll bet your mother still
doesn't know
the way you rode me,
the way you tensed and moaned.
the way you never could again.

i'll be back there one day, darling,
riding in on my white horse.
i'll be back there one day, darling,
but all you'll feel are my spurs.

10/31/2003

Author's Note: ROFLMAO! i'm just way too hyper today. posted by max bouillet's request. i <3 you maximus!

Posted on 10/31/2003
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