I've had this one for a bit, this is my second/third revision; just throwing it out there to see if it has any life or is in fact dead.
... at first...
This damn dark room, the threat of dust on everything Even people, about to take over. Even the masonry has grown yellowed, pre-law cancer-sticking But that haze hasn't left, this bat was steeped too long in it.
Teetering two edges of this stool My nostrils boil, flare and flutter As you languidly draw near. Chanel #5, no some grocery-store bought honeysuckle, A draft rolls the waves on those very fields of my younger days.
Saddle up alongside, my eyes lost for a long moment No two, in those legs. I'll lean in a little closer with one leg to stand on Surprised at the semi-inviting slightly open half moon Not a scowl you'd never say no, I say.
My lips lunge forward, five maybe six senses enamored The explosion of tingles tangles rendering me tasteless. Mouths meet again, a bit of bitter strikes my tongue A longer lick emits a hint of vanilla, almost machined Residue I'll bet from your dolling up.
I'm taken aback; return four pegs to the floor My whole body consumed entwined With everything about you, There may be none finer.
I'll sit and stare into you, Complexion well-tanned. I can still feel the heat bred, The forcefulness followed by subtlety It'll be with me for a while.
I can see it now, You'll either break me or kill me At sixty dollars a bottle.
_________________ absinthe makes the heart grow fonder And so it goes...
Last edited by oasisfan35 on Fri Apr 03, 2009 10:19 pm, edited 1 time in total.
This damn dark room, the threat of dust on everything Even people, About to take over. Even the masonry has grown yellow, pre-law cancer-sticking But that haze hasn’t left, this bar was steeped far too long in it.
Teetering two edges of this stool My nostrils boil, flare and flutter As you languidly draw near Chanel #5, no… some grocery-store bought honeysuckle, A draft rolls the winds across those very fields of my younger days.
Saddle up alongside, my eyes lost for a long moment No two, up those legs. I’ll lean in a little closer with maybe one leg to stand on Surprised at the semi-inviting slightly open half moon grin Not a scowl… You’d never say no, I say.
My lips lunge forward, five maybe six senses enamored The explosion of tingles tangles rendering me tasteless. Mouths meet again, a bit of bitter strikes my tongue A longer lick emits a hint of vanilla, almost machined Residue I’ll bet from your dolling up.
A pucker of lips and a doleful raised brow Force me to recenter on a wavering top shelf. I softly lunge forward, a risk Settled by bar stool pegs Pride rightly swallowed.
I’m taken aback; return four legs to the floor My whole body consumed, entwined With everything about you, There may be none finer.
I’ll sit and stare deeply Into your complexion well-tanned. I can still feel the heat bred, The forcefulness followed by subtlety It’ll be with me for a while.
I can see it now, You’ll either break me or kill me At sixty dollars a bottle.
_________________ absinthe makes the heart grow fonder And so it goes...
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