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From room to room we roam, You inspect each crevice. I merely sweep through, blushing. My work ethic is lazy, my eyes in the clouds. Your hat a helmet, mine a bonnet. You mustn’t drink water off the floor, it must be in Horizontally appropriate locations. Perhaps, you suggest the table in the hallway were I keep the vase? You peer through me kissing my date goodnight. One paw signals yes, two, well they just won’t do. Your eyes blaze in yellow wisdom, Your angular ears pointed toward Her high...

What’s with these tight ass pants? ARE dreams and passions in this? He hungered, moaned, and bitched. to smell and taste a drop. What’s with these tight ass Pants? Have you not noticed my inner pink! I prefer flowing empire waist dresses, love. to smell and taste a drop. peaked and prodded enough- Now I wear these tight ass pants. He made me a he. And I left my ashe. What is a drop? With out passion and dreaming? I wanted to preen and prance and puff- I needed to scream and cry and laugh. I s...

Thunder and Lightening By Shanta Thomas Dark. Deep, impenetrable, fertile, protective, nurturing, warm, safe. Dark. Laying here my vision a black void. The room unlit and situated in the northern corner of my house. Devoid of the light that escapes streetlights or neighbors houses. Silence that isn’t real rings in my ears. Less than 30 feet away someone has to be getting high, making love, or eating something. I just can’t hear it in a deafening calm I sit waiting for thunder and lightening. ...

Supremacy is a black wrought iron fence with Flur de lis and dainty curliques announcing it's divine right to be Divinity blinks into existance never localized in it's specifity nary confirm it's presence Although it's pathway has exisited all along. At the crossroads of divinity and supremecy he hovers holding the infinate black in one hand and in the other he holds an anguish ridden credit card Meanwhile Ma is all rigid up like somebody's sick idea a cross between a barbie and ventriliquist...

Gazing through will she or, won't she eyes hollowed and worn. Alight in non-existence making the cold air fizzle and pop. Friends of Swede Hollow, when it resembled a place left behind. How limber and young were we to climb trees, walk miles, and make love all in the same night? Spending enough time on bus stops and men would come with dicks in hand. But the preverted could not sway our girlish minds, and we would forget easily under graceful moonlight. Swing through nights in red-lipped have...