True BloodA Poem by TTBoy28Equals? Preposterous How but for a few minutes an hour before the rising of the sun after sunset can anything be mixed Surely you are mistaken if I shall grant you pleasure without guard The master rests comfortably with an eye on each side knowing that the drool will dry on the pillow and the tool Yet blood continues in the line potentially destroying purity if allowed if not just for beastial lust There are no equals if the lines are not equal Craft just does not operate that way Depending on the track marks the blood is not even the same color And there is no middle And passion bestills temporary east of Eden Selfish as I may be You are the only one to be drained © 2010 TTBoy28 |
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1 Review Added on August 18, 2010 Last Updated on August 18, 2010 AuthorTTBoy28Atlanta, GAAboutThe truth shall set you free. I try to be adventurous. I am spontaneous. I love nature but love to write only about personal events. You can tell when something is made up. It could still sound g.. more..Writing
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