You know, I've written poems
about drinking women like tequila
drinking women like sunshine
and skyfire.
But let's both you and me
be honest for a moment--
I'm not gonna drink you at all.
Naw, girl. Your skin is porceline
and your eyes glass, inset
with precious stones and
flecked with gold leaf.
Your skirt is woven from
silken thread and if I poured
me a glass of you I think
I might be sucking down
gravedust.







Devious Comments
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Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it.
Essences of rare botanicals.
Very new for you.
I like this shorter style. You're getting things across without over wording it.
<3
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"If you can't laugh at yourself, life's gonna seem a whole lot longer than you like. " - Garden State
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roses are red
violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
this one doesn't?
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Escape Cold Herons, Jak.
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Escape Cold Herons, Jak.
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Escape Cold Herons, Jak.
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Escape Cold Herons, Jak.
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Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it.
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