Saturday, October 1, 2011

Devil's Playground

Supple lips with shaking hips

Stay for a bit

The tales those foolish fiends savor

Stay for a bit

Dazzling eyes cast a glare of eagerness of short desires

Stay for a bit

Will she or will she not, now that is the question only supported by how

many Georges there are and if we had Ben, no telling the distance then

Stay for a bit

Lights flickering in a near pitch black room, the heat is sweltering ,sounds

muffling words that bear no weight of truth

Stay for a bit

Like a super nova time is lost to the reality of what is approaching the end is

Near to the rising sun in the distance mountains

Stay for a bit and for one more dollar a kiss will be placed on you to insure

you’ll return to The Devil’s Playground.

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