Hot lick, lovely language




mind, this is my baggage
don't bother with garbage
I packed my own luggage

very carefully



then took of my bandage
released the fake hostage
a back flip to marriage

setting boundaries



dressed in new vintage
with a wonderful cleavage
I climbed down the sewage

balanced and scot-free



followed the passage
under the footbridge
a shit wading voyage

ha! never been queasy



so I reached this small cottage
at the end of the village
but found it all ravaged

I knew, 'cause of me



I needed no courage
just left the old wreckage
in its' own damage

for new history




Poetry by Lola
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Written on 2007-02-14 at 16:44

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Hi Lola, fine poem, you make it sound so easy? The title had other connotations to it, but I wasn't dissappointed. Welcome to the bay of risque! Tai
2007-02-14



Hi darling, is it you??
Welcome on the bay!
2007-02-14