my sweet..
everso lovely..
beholding and beautific..
scenic and seductive..
my thoughts verge
on the pornographic
but, that's not the
right word to say..
for pornography
is something viewed
as ugly..
simple and shadowing
on the evenings of blue
as I trace my fingers
and pry away the gloom..
like the sweetest bit
of love of vampire's
tomb..awakened my love..
inside your silent room..
and so you speak with
silent prayers and
heartfelt stares..
and so I embrace
my own agony..
as my words tumble
down the stairs..
with equal parts
of lust and forbidden
desires..walking thru
the garden..and I see
laid upon the table..
the feast of saints
dressed in comely garb..
all are in ready..
to sinketh the teeth..
into sacrosanct meat..
and just as I awoke
from this dream
of plenty..
I realised your
my girl..
a girl named Puffy..
By Rick Weber
January 20, 2012
copywritten
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