![]() 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." - Thoreau![]() ![]() She 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 Author![]() PeteBoston, 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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