Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Paradox

Don't love me.
I'll break your heart.
I'll always cheat.
I'll always outsmart.

Don't leave me.
It'll hurt too much.
Can't you see I care?
We always went dutch.

Don't call me.
You won't understand.
Don't believe me.
Reality isn't my land.

Polygon

She always wants him.
She now wants his friend.
She used to want his sister.
She begins to see a trend.

He's got the face.
She's got the charm.
He's got the money.
She rings the alarm.

Four way polygon.
Three-ways smart.
One part taboo.
Eyes, furtive, dart.

Shoot that whiskey.
Come upstairs.
Have some cake.
Don't forget the eclairs.

Let's hang out and smile.
And pretend it's all fine.
When the thoughts in our heads.
Explode like landmines.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Spasiba

Mommy's my comfort.
Mommy's my drive.
Mommy loves me.
Mommy's mine.

Mommy will protect.
Mommy will fight.
Mommy may cry.
But Mommy's always right.

Mommy, please smile.
Mommy, look ahead.
Mommy, I'll make you proud.
Wherever I head.

Girdles and Giggles

Squeeze, nip, tuck.
Pout, smile, cluck.
It's almost right.
It's almost night.

Feminine viles.
Glorious smiles.
Hourglass lies.
Times flies.

Power surge.
Abdominal urge.
Adrenalin peaks.
She speaks.

Fits like a glove.
Supports like love.
Wasp waist and satin.
Delicious like sin.

Jazziest curves.
Naughtiest swerves.
Push and shove.
Soft as a dove.

Tighter my dear.
I will not fear.
This pain is so sexy.
I feel so foxy.

Pull the strings.
Crumple these wings.
Bind me to perfection.
Hear my confession.

I want to be hurt.
I want to feel pert.
In this 35-21-35,
I feel the most alive.