sleepysmile.A Poem by Boyd Johnson
“No girl kisses like you isn’t trouble.” I told her. “Well that night, I met you, they all told me you were trouble.” I smiled. “They told me you were a w***e.” I stopped smiling, and started laughing. with her naked by my side I was laughing. “It’s not that funny. Are you?” “I am a guiltless victim of circumstance, guilty only of believing in hope over experience.” I reached over the bed and had a sip of beer, “I’ve never slept with a woman without thinking she was going to save me. Present company included” I smiled and kissed her forehead, She smiled, and grabbed my dick. “Let’s try and see if we can’t squeeze a few more one liners out of you.” its all how you look at the thing. its all how you put it. lies or not, if you believe it, its something. © 2008 Boyd Johnson |
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1 Review Added on May 20, 2008 Last Updated on May 20, 2008 AuthorBoyd Johnsonthe great and oft forgotten north of nyc. poughkeepsie., NYAbouta freak. an outlaw. a hot piece. -j.m. a hometown boy who loves the hudson, his drink, and his hat. hiding under the train tracks, with a bottle of irish moonshine, toasting to it slipping thro.. more..Writing
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