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AGAIN
by Terry OlynikBreasts tumbling from a tight lime green halter.
Convincing me I'm dead right. Again.
A cracked-lipped vestibule girl.
Serpent enchanter, catholic romancer -
No need to blindly follow this
Dried-blood hallway dance. Again.
Your lipstick, menacing and
Friendly. Your posture, contrived
And welcoming.
Give me a quiet hour
To decide.
To turn you on
Or turn you in.
Again.
03/23/2008 Posted on 03/23/2008
Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/24/08 at 03:37 PM ...terry, i'm waiting for the first, then, the AGAIN thingeee...good 'un, charlie |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/21/19 at 10:34 PM Miss you, Terry. Your poems keep on giving, again. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/26/19 at 10:09 PM Nice work, Terry. Love the sensuality. Glad I finally had the chance to read it. Hope all's well in the great ether. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/26/19 at 10:09 PM And belated congrats on POTD! |
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