Roving eyes in eternal meander
Ontop the pudgy stalk of pretty Amanda.
Choking a well earned cardio-balance
Threatening to excavate my entrails.
Brutally beseeching and
Those eyes, brother could sink you below the
Slimy saline throes of the Dead Seas below
With none to salvage me,
I rummage for the nearest excuse
To run to the safety I find riveting.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008