A Little Aliteration
Meaning? Maybe so maybe
Not necessarily. Know any
Good jokes? Good job! Golly gee
Whiz! Whatever. Where were we?
Reality runs rampant wrecking
Balls bring blues. Big bold brilliant blues, baby
Teeth talking trash, telling
Lies lazily, longingly, lusciously licking
Wounds. Whoa! Where were we?
Cautiously coming closer claiming
Deepening desire devilishly drawing
Semi-circles, selectively seductive, sensuous spirals of
Expectant exposure, expertly extinguished at the
First flash of fear or feeling foolish about feeling
Well, well. Where were we?
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This is the third poem I posted on Soup. Was the fourth po that I'd ever written that wasn't for a grade.
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