Did you just poke me in the ribs
or did you try to cup my breast
to feel my nipple, to make it stand?
One of your hands shot out at me
flashlike in speed and pointed like a spear,
yeah, just like desperation incarnate
might have pierced me
I felt your fire, your flame breath so near
scorching my senses and making me wince
Yes, I think you tried to cup my breast
but then in this jungle moment, you grew civilized
A cold, soulless politeness quenched the fire
gave birth to the insult of killing the moment
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-05-27 16:52:31
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