Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Whiskey Whispers



























Servile to gravity, your breasts
part their ways when you lie down
as if is willing to accommodate
any fucking face that would want to

I don't like it.

I prefer you standing up
It ensures a discretion.
A discrimination with others
through your look,
this huge barrier,
which
only I am allowed to trespass


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