Box
no locks...
My wife tears into her mango with great pleasure
as juice runs down her chin, wiped before...
Caution concealed entrance.
Oh that sign makes me smile in these middle aged...
Touch my leg,
Touch my breast...
The vampire is walking,
All through the night...
Oh my,
With a sugar high...
This poem,
Is just not meant to be...
This is a rhyme,
I'm going to do...
Cars cars,
Driving so fast...
Turn off all programs
shut your phone off all the way...
The cheap thrill
to be tobogganing down the slope...
no oil or pitches
to make tender...