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i got eighteen inches
by Charlie Morgan
...of space that i need
to feel real and
when you crowd me
you better be
licking your full lips,
wetting them with
wonder and delight
instead of spewing
venom left-over
from the past.
and too, entering
at your own risk;
items to account for:
your heart-
please take it with you,
leave your damsel virginity,
drop your cloak of respect,
and discard your sane mind
instead look to me
for all your earthly passions.
...i got eighteen inches,
and it's not for everybody.
06/06/2005 Posted on 06/06/2005
Copyright © 2025 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 06/06/05 at 03:42 PM only certain people can handle all that meat...cHaZ, good write sir, as per...~JPP |
| Posted by Rusty C Arquette on 06/07/05 at 08:51 PM Shakespeare would be jealous...he only had 15! - You roped me with the title..you held me with the words..nicely done! - RCatski |
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