Making Love by GaslightA Poem by Dripping Chocolate MadnessSure, it's no candle...*tink* *tink* The dripping sink. The faucet leaks And still, we drink. We dull our senses So we can think, And talk about the past. We've scribed our lives In blood and ink. Removed our eyes So we could wink. We've rid ourselves Of human-stink In a chocolate scented bath *tink* *tink* The kitchen sink. I hear it drip. It helps me think. I see your lifeless body sink. I knew you couldn't last. Drink. Drink. Elephants. Pink. I popped your lock. You chained my link. We both quaffed nonsense and kited kink. And here we are: Unwrapped.
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StatsAuthorDripping Chocolate MadnessWandering, RIAboutNot a writer, but I do it anyway. I'm also not a chef, musician, masseuse, guidance counselor, philosopher, or survivalist. But again: never stopped me before. I DO, however, happen to be a giant p.. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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