Twelve past nine,...rise on the dime
all I can identify is the stench.
As she lay beside me picturesque...
I admire her Ample breasts.
Which Im obscenly more obsessed.
Our evening we had spent...while she slept I did molest.
She breathes out words while she snores
That burn through me like mouth sores.
Of names I cant imply...that she sneaks in my surprise.
I knew her beauty was more than merely mortal prize.
But my day shall still begin,
not the sex ...but that stench I breathe in.
She burrows in my soul while I burden my control.
To allow the deceit she so conceals.
Behind the booze and vicodan pills.
I allow her to stay, while I go on my merry way.
But on this very day, I will remember anyway.
Im lame....sleep on this..i got rusty in my sabatical.
But oh well.
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