Smile
Sour, Salty, and Sweet
Rich, Fatty, fulfilling
forbidden joy - comforts the cravings
content without control
ruined by the presence of reality
She was there.
First reasonong, then yelling
Panic dawns upon her
the mess, the chaos
her flaws exposed
Discharge the unknown
Fix your foolish deed
A provocative laugh
She's my only companion
She is perfection.
by
blondeposted on 11/19/2009
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