Muddles of passions pitter-patter
On the roofs of her defiled heart.
Her breasts baffled, heave faster
In an aura of errors met and left.
Sobbing, she sits on the sharp edge
Of the blade of love-itches churned
On strings of a dear unpaid pledge
On a burning stove, by foe fanned
Solely she toes the waves of love:
Wait and wander or let-go, leave.
Wavering over the tongues of fire
Of dare to do or in shame surrender
While faithfulness feigned on hire,
Spurred in a big bubble-gum blender
Of Saturday nights hot spot affair;
Drowning in a murky raw excitement
Inhaling the toxic EX-gyen fed air
Of cheap pay with cash atonement:
Only to fall flat on the back spread
For the I came, I saw and I offered.
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