A conversation

“He called me

Then broken me into a thousand pieces”

“But did he

Reaslie what his mouth releases?”

“Well maybe

But then in anger he licked me up”

“Well fuck me

Not even decanted into a cup?”

“God, If only

Just slurped up from the dirty floor

So slowly

His tongue reached within my core”

“Well crickey

Thats really quite a story

But honestly

Your really starting to bore me”

Written by Tom

February 1st, 2008 at 2:00 pm

Posted in Our poems

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