All I want is your body,
tottering odd pottery,
tumble onto me.
Wanting me,
haunting me,
she flaunts with me,
dauntingly.
All I want is your mind,
linking thinking on the brink
of slinking from
a sinking tongue.
I plunge my hands into the sink,
then pick your brain with my thumb.
All I want is your soul,
a shimmering little glimmer
simmering slimmer
as it grows dimmer.
The tremors of memories,
the kinetics of aesthetics,
and spices shook from a book
to cook it diatetic.
All I want is your everything.
Thats it.
I'll unhinge my jaw,
claw it into my maw,
and dissolve it all in spit.
not to stay.
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"You used to write better..." Wow, that sucks. I don't see how anyone could argue with a line like "then pick your brain with my thumb." Sure, this has some heavy rhyme, but it's done in a playful way, while wending around a complex interaction. I think this one sings, even if a bit off key.
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lolz, i figured someone would complain about that, but its true. go way, way back & read (or reread) the things he used to write. now he just rhymes.
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I think that guy was the first person to ever comment me on allpoetry.
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you used to write better...
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It's like a tongue twister!
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