Subverted Passion Poem by Princess Tajime

Subverted Passion



Our time lives only as kisses and leaves her there.

Both want a full raw take
beneath embarrassing go-for-it.

King and Queen of new sport cry sneaky scream
about the one with less diss
She is not really taking you to the then.

He may be of the here & now after her.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: leaves
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