Poetry For Everyday People
Ladies
Ask me not
how I feel
beneath the stars,
for the torture
of sweet and evil
coats me as melted
Carmel coats an apple
and I am constantly
tempted to take a bite,
slip
your sexy feet in
those sultry heels baby,
tease me,
but ask me not
how I feel
beneath the stars
for memories occupy
what I can
not change.
how I feel
beneath the stars,
for the torture
of sweet and evil
coats me as melted
Carmel coats an apple
and I am constantly
tempted to take a bite,
slip
your sexy feet in
those sultry heels baby,
tease me,
but ask me not
how I feel
beneath the stars
for memories occupy
what I can
not change.
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