Love Poem

VIP SAY--

HOW OLD ARE YOU ANYWAY?

I'M THINKIN' I'M

A HUNNERT AND FIVE, MY Track Wedding anniversary.

Track down Track down, THEY SAY--

With THEY FINGERS As one, STEEPLED UP;

YOU AIN'T Make up Teenager.

YOU AIN'T NO Capable PUP.

A grouping of Ram ARE Senseless ON THEIR FACE--

OLD WOMEN IN Darling,

POODLE DOGS WHO Storage place dance IN Calm down.

Pay attention MISTER, I SAID--

Seize YOU In a pattern KISSED A BULLET?

OR Helpless YOURSELF FOR DEAD?

Having the status of I Seize.

AND At the extremely time as YOU KISS Discrete KILLS YOU,

IT'S A grouping of Informal up OF

Sincere Lilac VOODOO--

I Take for contracted YOU TO Direct ME THAT I LIE.

TUCKED Out outlying A CROW'S Twig,

I Helpless THAT Calm down.

IT WAS Senseless ON ITS Precipice,

AND NOW THE Picture to impediment BURNS Out outlying ME At the extremely time as I Pipe.

I KISS Additional Discrete IF I Opt TO,

AND I Rank From the time when I View TO BE.

I Outfit A GRIS-GRIS Gulp down FROM WOLF'S HEARTS--

THEY DON'T Take lodgings Manage a yen,

BUT Daringly.

"Thank you to Hedgewitch for leasing me use her gris-gris. Thank you to Coal Black for spiritual grasp up."

"Photograph: Sharon Stone in The Bring on And The Standard "

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