Slick,
That's your name
as you stick to me like
a pound of honey stolen by a bee
implanted onto me.
And it drizzles down
in a sort of
e c s t a s y.
I drove to you all month
a little closer passenger.
I'm entering a thousand miles away
through hand by hand canals.
and it's e c s t a s y.
We introduce ourselves again.
You so new,
I so old,
but you know how to shake hands.
(You did a hundred thousand miles away)
You wink with a wet hug.
And I knew that it was meant to be,
e c s t a s y....
A contest entry
- Rent-A-Muse by Dalaney.
1200 points, ended August 10, 2008, 14 entries
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