this way youd take off your clothers. you dont wear a bra do you ? is that why? O and your underthings, unhinged to make the sighing desire of your body. Cry. Leap. Bare. It's true you remind of someone else. her delicate nape , bones, her bare admission of body. desire. the want to will to want to you know, how do you say, the big bad bad big Big Do it the thing the wild thing. the fucking thing . between the bodice and bawdies. mIspelled you think ?
[its clear some dont work enough. but their enuff might not. Knot cut the energy quantum they put out.| the difference between the gain in languages?] (Kiss me Kate)
the phonetic grasp of her ass. that's real that's reality . the verse. the verses training along like a something and another simile. i dont want a voice. no way how.
_______________________________________________The real pome. The 'real' poem is like a floor that has water spilled over it, spattering the dust kicking out the molecules like a woman's hand,, or in your case, a Man's. an Angel? perhaps she wants anges up her arse, shaggin it. negative positive postilion pluriel?_____________________ there are not cutbargrains here. the wheat is the gain the cumbersome hoof of the mouth.
_______________________________________________The real pome. The 'real' poem is like a floor that has water spilled over it, spattering the dust kicking out the molecules like a woman's hand,, or in your case, a Man's. an Angel? perhaps she wants anges up her arse, shaggin it. negative positive postilion pluriel?_____________________ there are not cutbargrains here. the wheat is the gain the cumbersome hoof of the mouth.
