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Lust for the masses

by Johnny Crimson

We made away
with chainlinks and broken watches
captured from the teeth of thieves,
confistacted from the depths of her.

They sell still,
gold bars with chocolate wrappers,
Fort Knox with rubber walls,
we bounce around inside her.

We notice less,
diamond bracelets cover ankles,
glitter speckles the palest skin,
in unison we feel her.

They kiss between,
sparkled freckle impalement,
shimmering between tongue and throat,
as one, we release inside her.

We fall still,
silver fingers stiffen,
blackened clock hands freeze
as she closes

the magazine we've all been staring at.


10/11/2013

Posted on 10/11/2013
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson

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