Sunday, January 8, 2012

Filth

Forgive me, I
Would like to torture you
With anticipation.
Like a volcano
And its would-be eruption.

While I'm at it
Maybe I'll touch you
Then pretend I never, never meant to.

Vesuvius, my love.
How hard must I try
Until you com
pletely lose your mind?

2 comments:

  1. Well, it is uncharacteristically cheeky. Mind you, it's mine.

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