2004-05-04 - 11:52 a.m.
everyone of us are whores stalked in darkness
some are not afraid to show it in the light
diminished as it is: boardwalk, park place,
and some other places frequented at night
slot buddy's played by their handles
the cookie jar was opened now and then
my babygirl was not too fond of candles
ambiance which only made her think of when
she gave up the precious cherry for the cream that lies beneath
every Thomas, Dick and Harry couldn't hide it in their sheath... [to be continued]
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