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Young Forbidden love for a lady of the night. Wrote this while keeping up the vague pretence of trying to work in a mundane office. [198 words]
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Desire Of The Night J L Watts
Blue lips and sexual desires
Can't mask the fact
Head awash like a funeral pyre
Full of deviant sexual desires
She sits and awaits the looking glass
Facing the truth, yet staying aloof
Been rejected from Sunday mass
A belief in the devil
Ultimate in lifes' twisted peril
She's been known to sliver through the night
A twisted face masked in perpetual fright
True to form, ignoring social norms
She applies cyan frost lipstick
Haphazard yet alert
Her confidence flows and ebbs like a flickering candlewick
Slopes and curves gentle yet pert
I wouldn't know if she's seen me yet
Raised in gloomy darkness
Yet sunken with regret
She acts like we have only just met
I think to her, I'm just a tedious pet
Too young to know what she does
Or even experience
Lifes ultimate buzz
I feel bad for feeling so alive
My priest would curse me
Teacher lament my lack of worldly drive
Too obvious to show swaggering style
Though I'd clamber aboard
Those legs like snaking vine
They smother their wives in total denial
Her skin like honey milk, peachy and rich
A tragedy that she gets paper
To be called a bitch
Blue lips and sexual desires
Hips and worn fingers entering the car
My body is taught as electric wire
I long for her chest, close body ajar
Forbidden love
A moment caught in time
How I wish she was mine
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