Clean. (SONNET)A Poem by Butch DecatoriaInspiration after ejaculation the world is drowned in morning white mist orgasmic shudders deep emasculation fistful of triumph's rewarding gist
Evade the routine to fall asleep invade instead to wakening steam rinse "tiny" efforts down the drain mince no songs in shower's rain
The lord of lately snores in bed alone while I shave away all of my shadows prepare a sunday without night concerns to receive tomorrow like fragrant meadows
Refreshed and anew this temple feels clean on every inch as my spirit heals... © 2008 Butch Decatoria |
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Added on September 7, 2008 AuthorButch DecatoriaLas Vegas, NVAbout"I cannot wait to see tomorrow, but I will live like--I just couldn't wait!" --yours truly "In The Church of (My) Life, Love is Worship" -- yours truly Lets101 Quizzes - Fun quizzes for blog .. more.. |

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