Love And Rape
All her buttonsand her shapes,
her eyes are shadows behind
her hair that drapes,
and I feel how it scrapes
at the back of my mind
her switches that flick
on and off, on and off
and it sticks
in my mind,
it never escapes.
The art of rape
for the innocent heart,
made easy in twelve quick steps:
The one who departs
with his love for loving accepts
it in his heart;
that the way love rapes
is considered a loyal art.
The art of love and rape.
I recall her buttons
and her shapes,
burning her eyes like stars behind
her hair that drapes,
and i feel how that scrapes
at the back of my mind
as I flick the switches
on and off, on and off
and she sticks
in your mind
and never escapes.
It's the art of love and rape
It's the art of love and rape
Poetry by Aven Black
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Written on 2009-11-17 at 00:45
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