Bad BeauA Poem by Pete"The lover sees in the glance of his beloved the same beauty that in the sunset paints the western skies." - ThoreauShe came into my life like a Mack truck. It was just my luck. Reigning queen. Nightmare of heart's dream. Gentle as a pit bull. Lovable as a rottweiler. She runs cold. Then hot. Everything that I'm not. Fickle. Like a sweet and sour pickle. I can never figure her out. She makes even the hills shout. Wetting me with her sex. I wear a look that's perplexed. I feel like a liar. Standing next to her fire. The object of her desire. Stuck in muck and mire. Blazing in a funeral pyre. T.N.T. Consuming me. A rubik's cube with no two cells the same color. Never quite aligning. An impossible jigsaw puzzle. Trying to nuzzle. In need of a muzzle. A complicated history. Shrouded by mystery. A heavy load. Waiting to explode. Whoa. It's all good though ... ... cuz I'm her bad beau ... © 2018 PeteAuthor's Note
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Added on October 26, 2018Last Updated on November 11, 2018 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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