Wednesday, March 16, 2011

shaker shaker, I am the taker
the words that travel through the night
drifting, floating, coating the walls
of your insides with cotton and foam.
wake her, wake her
the tide is your taker
and the moon turns away
to not see the sad look on your face.
teaser, teaser
you can never please her
she takes and needs
kisses and eases
but she always brings you back for more.

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