a five dollar Aphrodite
and a thousand different ways
to make you feel right in this skin
in this sin so soiled
the granite sings the sounds
of every little thing gone wrong
to give the little ones an appetite

the last three times I knocked
the door so loudly shut behind you
and the darkness from below
could bring you to your knees
and so she said "my daughter's
gone, but thank the stars
we've still got The Son"
so the feats never end for a girl

and in a day you'd spin or sigh
fears come to mind of quiet time
the brothers cold have gotten old
and lately I've ignored the signs
but will you go when they bring the fire
down for a girl and another piper?
-I've lost my cold and it's too dry

some things never had wings
and so you clip yours to be fair
the jealousy looks down on me
in my clothing made of grime
and when the forest clears
she can be heard to scream
"I only need a hard cock
when the girls come around"

04/12/2002

Author's Note: repost 04-12-02 this poem was actually a potd at one time, a couple of lives ago... these days, "cock" won't make it past a black page in the folders of your library. (and that might not be such a bad thing)

Posted on 07/22/2006
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