rose prick

01 Jun
the two pardners meet and have a fling
with sparks fireworks and eruption jing

the pink-flesh four-letters are bandied about
the soft eyes at you you say oof at me
of bed ugly tongues then things go south
or not or too
talk yak - talk yak
is at you speak at me i speak at you

people that joined bodies
now cannot stand them - the us the we
speaking wounds to the body they once joined
duet battleships firing cannons broadside
and sinking the yesterday four-letter lie

lies if the messages true
then the joining people
the join a clue
not true

3.5 8/5
© Brian Peter Hodgkinson    
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