Swagger

by Maple Tree   Sep 1, 2012


Finality gravitates

upon these moistened lips,

gyrating slowly to the beat

of a drummers masculinity.

I have become anesthetized

to the violent repetition

of your rapid heartbeat,

let us sweep our kisses

into a promenade for eternity.

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  • 12 years ago

    by One Man Clan

    This is yet another fine piece by you andrea

  • 12 years ago

    by Thomas

    That is some serious swagger you are describing here :p

  • 12 years ago

    by Meme

    WOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!

    No .. other .. words .. are .. coming .. out .. of .. my .. mouth .......... !!