You sipped perfection from the veins of God; angel's jealousy
drips from sarcasm -
some poor girls heart is melon,
full of taste and texture-it was his liplock at first
that freed her fingers from fake gladness
and made her plastic pleasure oh so real.
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She is wishing for you to say her name in your sleep
and when his breath tickles my spine--
I swear I am floating on a magic carpet,
flying on my baby's beauty
as his perfection saves the stars from exploding.
I told him he had potential for world domination
and he smiled and sighed -
'you own this world already,' he twisted my hair between his fingers. 'you own my world.'
That moment my heart skipped records' I accepted your mouth to mouth to revive me.
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Comments
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Extremely creative and unique piece. Fantastic metaphors. Loved it. Thanks for writing for me and for entering my contest. I’m honored that you would show your work here
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Wow wow wow........this is fantastic!
Just love the lines:
"I told him he had potential for world domination
and he smiled and sighed -
'you own this world already,' he twisted my hair between his fingers. 'you own my world.'"
What a great write - well done!!
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