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.



















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