private hindsight rant

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Liar
Liar
59 Followers

god dammit
you, yes you
get out, begone

exit my mind

those eyes, those thighs
those bloody beautiful
luscious little lies

that ties me
tongue tied
slack jawed
brain zapped

swooning
over dreams
sublime

just beat it
(oh I will)
oh, fuck it
(oh I wish)

just leave me here
with me and myself
and ay ay ay
oh god, oh my
irresistible
to my aching eye

and my shaking hands
and my tingling spine

I am lost in this maze
I can take it no more
abandoned amazed

all instinct, no core

begone
be not
so damn
divine

get out
of my face
or please,
be mine

 

Liar
Liar
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AnonymousAnonymousabout 20 years ago
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Hindsight is always perfect, they say, private or not. I loved the feel of this snappy piece.

dreamsweetdreamsweetabout 20 years ago
I agree

I loved this one...

YDDYDDabout 20 years ago
A little late. . .

. . . for Valentine's Day!

A not so gentle plea, but the eroticism is,

and nicely done as well.

Just enough rhyme and alliteration to bring the reader up to the speed of the rant/write.

Then it surges on under its own momentum.

WickedEveWickedEveabout 20 years ago
energetic

I like the way this one speeds along. A reader can easily get caught up in your energy. I want to borrow: those bloody beautiful luscious little lies. I'm sure I have someone I need to say that to. :)

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