My Bette MidlerA Poem by AlprisInspired by M.She's my Bette Midler glaring glints of scorching ice to my pebbled tweaked; teats tight, pink opening mouth to cradle me in the arms of her wet lips to catapult gushing grins at me caramel gaze trace the contours of my detonating lava love? lah-ve like Bette Midler lah lah lahhhh stage-born born to asphyxiate find my feeble angle how can i love her when i can't feel her? those stiletto carved red toenails that put blood to shame have dripped in rivers familiar many a time hurls her curls, carefree from sharp near rigid erect hard wheat collarbone teeth like ivory piano keys i want my tongue to play a song with her own darting tangled tongue in mine; now to drink from embracing walls and cups; fistfuls of ocean beneath my wings moon slathered marbles a final fondling to my lower lips splash on Merlot stained sheets and her my Bette Midler; even her nerve fingering cry tousled whistle can be heard from from from a distance.
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Added on June 15, 2012Last Updated on June 20, 2012 Tags: bette midler AuthorAlprisAuckland, New ZealandAboutHere is a reference to my artistry - a painting of myself and Myra Hindley: At the point of acquaintance , I generally go by Alpris; a name given to me by someone I don't know, let alone the in.. more..Writing
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