You use 'em like tissues

 

I haven’t minded. It’s easy to play the game once you know the rules.

Im half mindedly contemplating the repercussions of indiscretion

 

One strike

A red pouty smile and innocent eyes

But fiery kisses and wandering hands, tell me otherwise

A restless mind and lost in the lust , he does what he must

 

Two strikes

He grew up in grasses, making molasses and watching the days ease by

Though, try, that he did, he couldn’t go dancing

I cease this romancing

 

Three strikes

The sweetest of all, so willing to fall

What inhibitions a narcissist would heed go flying and dissipate into thin love struck air

Dreams and thoughts and hopes and my imagination yields the most beautiful creations

Laughing into the night

Until the candle melts and the wick is floating

 

Sizzle my fantasy

As hot as it was

We’re all burned out

 

Reviews

[JC]

for some reason i relate to this...still reading again and again to figure out why, has depth and imagery.