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By Misti Date: 2001 Oct 12 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.12.16.53.26585]] |
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all the bars around here are filled with locals we don't like the locals locals stare and I don't dare drink more than one beer since the last episode inspired by the blues at a candlelit table but what to do when it's late and I'm unable to sleep steeped in desire I need to touch the fire with my fingertips and carouse with sultry abandon that is I need an abandoned head abandoned like a roadhouse on a Tuesday morning not abandoned like a crackhouse after a shakedown it's late and there's a border to cross kiss my wrist and look at me in that yearning burning way I want to play a new game shame can't be a rule regret can't be a token unspoken fantasies can get us at least halfway there and I'm not talking about anything you'd find in Cosmo or in the Kama Sutra both are fine but my Valentine has a bit more dimension and honorable intention I won't be bellicose or morose if you lose my black silk stocking leaving me with one I won't come undone if you let the pony eat the lone tulip in my garden but don't feed me a scallop I'll gallop away treat me like Santa's sleigh filled with toys you've got to deliver. |