I Want Sugar Too
Lipgloss on your fingertips
sticky, sugar, blossom-lips.
Lost in pride and suffocation
dropped into a pond of lubric inspiration.
Stutter clichéd tales without critique,
nothing but metaphores for a kiss on the cheek.
Infatuation's words are slippery and slick,
but as a raw, neurotic fool, I never fell for that trick.
Poetry by True Words Embellished
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Written on 2006-05-14 at 21:44
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