Tap-dancer
My mind is a floor
and you my darling
is one hell of an amazing tap-dancer
dancing on it all day long, every fucking day
never stopping to catch your breath
or to rest your pretty toes, not even once.
You step on those places that this floor
has never been stepped on before.It pains to be stepped on for so damn long with such passion
but my mind must be a masochist also
'cause babe, this floor is enjoying every damned second you tap on it.
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Beautiful Madness
PoetryThe Lonely Poet Love Letters to the wolf princess in blue Him and Her I write to pour out my feelings and my imaginations some of my poems may not make sense, but what is "sense" really? This is beautiful madness. Enjoy. Or Not. Victor Forna