Thursday, October 22, 2015

she was a vision...

she was a heavenly creature
practiced in the art
of fellatio
and exotic dance.
she could go on for hours
and not break a sweat.
she wrote colorful poesy
for only her eyes
to see.
she wore a tattoo
of a pixie tied in ribbons
between her shoulder blades
and the day she left
was unseasonably warm
as the leaves
blew away
like the love she had for me
becoming only a vision
floating in the breeze.

Keith Wesley Combs

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