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You don’t need a mop and bucket to clean up your life;
just dedication.
To crave your touch

And want it so much

Your body next to me

To do want must be





To feel my carress

As I touch your breast

Listening to your sighs

As I kiss between your thighs





Then I shall enter

Into your moist centre

And our bodies shall slide

With me so deep inside





Having you to hold

As I feel myself explode

I feel your body tingle

As our juices now mingle





Lost at our leisure

Lost in our pleasure

Making love all through the night

In each others arms at morning light
I remember when I was just a small boy,
Playing with my yellow Tonka toy,

I would pay no attention to all the death in the streets,
I just listened to the comforting sound of my mommas heart beats,

I didn’t care what anyone said to me because I was only a child,
I was always restless, energetic, and wild,

But I was also very sweet, cute, and kind,
The thought of hurting another never came into my mind,

I used to make up the craziest fantasies in my head,
“I always loved hearing your stories” as my mother said,

I would give her two hugs and two kisses every night before I went to bed,
And then she would tuck me in and give me one more kiss on my head,

After she left I would shout goodnight to my sister and my two brothers,
And then I went to sleep with the soothing warmth that was my mothers,
I learned early there ways.
Words that speak of  happiness.
Barbwire is the tongue of the heart that always
betrays.

You cant put your hopes on the false and untrue.
Deception doesnt  help the case.
For I can hold this bottle closer than you.

Bitter are my words  but it falls apon
deaf ears.
soaked are my memories.
Washed yet still they remain after all the beers.

Sugar dont worry with false emotions
just put it on my tab.
The warmth of this bed now ressembles a slab.

We struggle to recall who we once
were.
The partys the past mistakes.
It's a nothing more than a blur.

Hollow in heart is my truth filled obsession
Lovers often embrace in lies.
And hold hearts in bitter nights confession.
People mask pain becoming blind  to there own ways.
Just a on the spot write it's how most my work goes.
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