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Lap King

by Johnny Crimson

We rolled,
small tribes;
nineteen-ninety-eight vibes.

Pear acid dripped from the patriarch
and made it's way to her lips.

Moments glimpsed on the TV,
with teen thighs on my lap,
I ruled the world as a mute,
as I suppressed my excitement...the gap.

But meddle in, I never did
as fingers stayed clamped shut,
and offend her, I never did,
as my palms dripped tight with blood.

So for appearances, we sat and watched the film.

Out of respect? I guess, hands off throughout, just friends.

And for twenty-one years, my time machine is wearing thin.

I saw you the other week... I felt the blood return,
I know that you sleep with a shield,
I'm not afraid of the burn.
I'll calculate the date,
I'll even plan the film.
Though I won't wear thin,
or hold back this time.
No, this time...,

I'm going in.

05/09/2019

Posted on 05/09/2019
Copyright © 2019 Johnny Crimson

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