****kiss, Kiss**** Poem by Michael Moorcroft

****kiss, Kiss****

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Driving down the highway,
In her brand new Porsche,
Big sunglasses on,
Her silk scarf blowing in the wind.

A bag of money,
In the back seat,
The zip is down,
She leaves a cloud of money.

Her jewelled hands,
Clutch the leather wheel,
Her big white teeth,
Grin through her big red lips.

The brakes malfunction,
And the car flips,
A cloud of dust and dollars,
Her silk blood stained scarf billows in the wind.

© Michael Moorcroft October 18th 2009

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