Hit me up
Let me see you in the dawn
Join a circus full of midget clowns
Make your queen strip for my pawn
Pleasure finds us where we are
Not where we search
Leave me something to remember
Build a nest where I can perch
There's a place off-world
Where your photo fills a page
And inmates rock themselves to sleep
Leaving sticky proof of your age
I'm almost home now
And I am a foreigner to your touch
Send me a pic please
Or is that asking too much
You need me to keep you alive
You need me to build your roads
There are other souls you need to drive
But mine is a laundromat for your loads
It's not about the nudity
When the clothing tempts the fetish
I am ready to dream of your eclipse
Send it in a pic please for me to relish
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SIDE PIECE
RandomAn offering of small tales laced with intrigue and delights. Sometimes I need an escape from topical poetry in the pursuit of more fantastical renderings. No rules, no boundaries, no truth in the lies. Yet, when you live in the lie everything inside...
