DISCORD THROUGH ME

I was so happy to
see you. I’d been,
thinking about you-
(but, had no way
to reach you).
So I waited.
(im)patiently-incidentally,
it was worth it.

I’d love to romance,
about the things,
that we did-(but,
I fear that
my kids, will
stumble upon it…). And
you just don’t seem
like the romantic-type.
(I see you more as), a
hardcore, (sweet),
dangerous-
sexy, delicious-
type…(that would be
MY type). What a savoury
coincidence. And since,
I’m baring all of
my self-
ish, soulful thoughts…
I think I might
adore you.
Your strength, and,
your bad habits…But, mostly,
it’s the rest of you…
that gets me so
distracted.
(But, you already knew that).

My thoughts of you,
are filthy.
Filthy, deviant,
and base.
Far too lewd to pass,
through my
sweet,
cherry
lips…

(The irony, of course,is

that you will probably never

even

see this).

 

 

fin

 

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