she is a fireball, this venus


Explosion

The wind is blowing the curtains about like a rag doll
In through the front gate she comes
Bathed in moonlight
She opens the front door and in the
Dark sees me on the couch
She takes off her clothes and
Then mine
And we explode on the lounge floor!





Poetry by mars
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Written on 2006-11-14 at 23:27

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