A night to remember?
Did she pretend to adore
With that lipstick smile?
Sticky hands advance
Nervously I grit my teeth.
My hormones flock
Resting at her hem
Another night of torture has crept again
A jug of love or a bog of lust?

By waeland

© 2009 waeland (All rights reserved)


Advance – Bog - Crept – Flock - Grit - Hem – Jug - Lipstick
– Pretend – Sticky )

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