Pick me up and spin me round!
Make it rough, make my heart pound!
Screw me, choke me, or simply kiss my lips.
I ride the thrill with riveting dips
We could dance between the sheet like a recital of ballerinas
Or we could fight like the gods above the arenas
We are simply flashes, simply flashes.
Here for the moment
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The Aggravated Mind
PoetryEmbracing a new pattern or rhythm of life. Taking on new ways of thinking and washing away the old. A sweet love of verse and song. My heart will go on. *Author's note* Note will be random insight to the poems of this book.
