Paul Cutting

Rookie (11/26/58 / New Haven CT)

Lusting - Poem by Paul Cutting

With passion crashing into my spleen
I make citrus my mistress and her juices are sweet
I ma blowing hot air to my fingernails from my mouth
who the hell told me I could be proud of my self

so I am spinning and spring into air
for now I can fly no sure how high
I am writing this shit don't ask me why

yes it true what the say about me
lm a worries with words and they
your dreams now I am soaring birds

lookout below as I roll over
just missed that lake
make a crash landings
in fields of clover

OK hey now were is my new lover
ya I see ya feel ya roll that bod over
thirsting thrusting bursting lusting
unrehearsed love is always the best thing

its starting to rain here comes the storm cloud
cant call this game for rain crawl under my shroud
wont let you go till were both screaming out loud! !

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 14, 2008



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