The time..never ends
errors..they
drink..
your bathwater..
drowns in
itself performing
mischief
unseen..hides the fundamental
games of
a Calderon snake
heats the venom real..lies..the
basset hound howls
..barks..bending
down and
lifting up..the needy..not
proud..
but savagely
feels
polite in it's
shame..the flaunt
places
demands
on who
challenges him..what
fumbles the
wreckege..still leaves
the marks of
a smooth
felt..operator..
like linen and silk.. a fine
deserved piece
of flesh
coming home
to it's labor..
what's commonly used
4the needy feed..
with time..leverage
forms..the
backstabber who sly..moans..
smiling sighs
calms the guilt of neglect
for another
2 ignore..the
fruit of his looms..greets
with..Victoria..
Secrets she had 2 tell..
the morning..
daybreak's from slumber..waits
for her..his
cortical visits
..wants love..the trip..
2 change a course,
of betrayal..
delivers
none..but a sent..
unfamiliar to his
..takes risk..burns like hell..
the wicked
got skills but
the message stinks
like ass..2 rectums..u never
washed..cleans
a love like
mines this long..
hard..
from Jail.. distance..
reaks the urge..
but...escapes
empty..been fulfilled already...
THE
CROSSOVER
behind closed
doors..
yours..mines
& ours..gone the
Secret storm...the ends
of a Soap
Opera
drama..what ain't over
Create..
Sheila T Jordan
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