Oh aren't you a sweet girl
to pick from this barrel
ruby red and glistening with
your sly looks and contacting
fingertips to hips that slide
any boy would have picked you
taken you home and made you his
posession to caress as he please
one of a thousand just like you
but I am no sweet girl and I
stand alone kicking over the
places you tend to haunt and
feeling out for myself instead
of for everyone else and my hips
slide back for me whether I am
chosen or not it makes no difference
for I am no possession and
I'm on top of you
flailing around to
knock the very
breath out
from your lips

10/13/2007

Posted on 10/13/2007
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