May 3, 2006

  • I don’t know what was naughtier—


    the fact that you misbehaved with me so deliciously


    serving me up my long-awaited taboo communion


    or the fact that you laughed and boisterously recounted all


    so immediately to all who took a listen (later at the bar)


    when evidence of our panky was still fresh upon


    our sated though unshowered bodies.


     


    o baby, you rolled like a dancing dervish into this occasional tinsel town


    and I was so surprised to see you I figuratively exclaimed “Fuck me!”


    which you, literally, actually proceeded to do


    and I was so thrilled by that  I allegorically shouted out “Fuck me!” again


    which you, essentially,  factually arranged and when done proclaimed


    “déjà vu”.


     


    and when I said “I love you, baby.”
    and you said “Shhhhh……


    lust me now, love me when I’m gone.”


    I right there then


    decided I’d never love again


    but just keep you around


    as my belusted


    (ever-lusting friend).

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