Oh how I loved the oily essence
tickle me through my toes
Balloons to my face
Oh how I loved the feel of sass;
sitting in the pelvic bust
Flush with must
Until I blush
Oh how I loved your style
a smile a while; total denial.
You flair to compare; everywhere.
Over there,
.
How fair yet bare;
in the air:
where.
A bucket of dice will suffice;
they’ll pay the price;
they’ll pay the price;
they’ll pay the price;
to be pure.
Oh What A Lovely Day!
Daniel James 2011
(Penned: Sunday, January 30, 2011. 6:16 AM. Inspired by French Quarter of Hot Springs, Arkansas.)
tickle me through my toes
Balloons to my face
Oh how I loved the feel of sass;
sitting in the pelvic bust
Flush with must
Until I blush
Oh how I loved your style
a smile a while; total denial.
You flair to compare; everywhere.
Over there,
.
How fair yet bare;
in the air:
where.
A bucket of dice will suffice;
they’ll pay the price;
they’ll pay the price;
they’ll pay the price;
to be pure.
Oh What A Lovely Day!
Daniel James 2011
(Penned: Sunday, January 30, 2011. 6:16 AM. Inspired by French Quarter of Hot Springs, Arkansas.)
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