The Man Who Stared Too Long

DeletedUser

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Call for my lungs an ambulance,
My pulse slipped out of balance,
I've never witnessed such a pretty sight,
Sultry thoughts disconcertingly trite.

Before the time comes to resuscitate,
Allow me a moment to contemplate,
Could this life righteously be permitted,
Shall the urges become truly acquitted?

When will this lust reach its decisive curfew,
Shall I sleep it off or will it wake in the morning dew?

Can the taste really live up to its fame,
Would it cultivate new-found shame?
I'm terrified it will merely end all the same,
Another rotten apple to ferment in my name.

Admirably smooth lips and a shapely curve,
Discernibly existent to bend and serve,
They rip me apart into rudimentary instinct,
And everything I am is no longer so distinct.
 

DeletedUser33530

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So pebble leaves and we get Pushty. Kind of ok with this ironic turn of events.

Anyway nice piece.
 

DeletedUser

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It feels like winning a game of Monopoly to me. If there's no competition, you have no choice but to put up with my incessant asinine rambling. ;)

Thank ye kindly!
 

DeletedUser29066

Guest
Methinks the entire Lit section should be renamed Incessant Asinine Ramblings :D
 
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