Strudel

by Missing Angel Juan   Feb 10, 2005


Misdirected passion
Passionately risqué
You're wicked
Your eyes are the devil
And you walk on my sleeping clouds with your legs longer than rivers
Taller than rockets
Smaller than the vogue for you in my head
And you are wicked
And you are dislike
But ardor in secret
Underneath the glass

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  • 17 years ago

    by SCARECROW

    Waa, why can't I write as well as you? The green-eyed monster almost inhabits me. Nearly.
    Alors..... wonderful poem, cookie. Just plain spiffy.
    Rock on.
    Peace, love and empathy.

  • 19 years ago

    by Flea

    BAHAHAHHA
    SWELL poem yo
    feckin' awesome lovin' it all to tiny bite size pieces doll
    Have fun lovin' austin!
    Im out
    ciao

    Keep Scribblin'

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