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Talking Dirty
So-o-o-o,
you want to
fuck my mind
steal my thoughts
then hold me down
on your lusty bed of reason
and thrust your opinions
hard into my face.
In the morning
you'll ask:
How was it for you?
Did the earth move...
more than once?
And I'll say:
Baby,
you were better than a book.
You were my blue sky
after a storm,
my dictionary
full of big brown eyes
crammed with rich green phrases,
sentences sprouting like peas
doubled up to pop
from a perfect pod
in the right place
at the right time
with a shiny new cherry on top.
But then I always
did like
you talking dirty
after dinner.
Published 5th Aug 2010
| Edited 9th Jul 2012
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- Edited 15th May 2018 11:36am
5th Aug 2010 9:39pm
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9th Aug 2010 10:46am
piece, really enjoyed the imagery you created, it's just so great! :)
"my dictionary
full of big brown eyes
crammed with rich green phrases
sentences sprouting like peas"
Just so extraordinary :D
"my dictionary
full of big brown eyes
crammed with rich green phrases
sentences sprouting like peas"
Just so extraordinary :D
22nd Apr 2011 9:01pm