Butterfly Pommells

Stay wide awake or there will be no rainshowers tonight,

sing me to sleep right now my friend whispering to the trees,

please stop the silence from scaring the hell out of sex and violence,

await for the sun to rise because when it’s done right we both say please.

 

Gazing up in too the starless purple sky night,

poetry is often the words we are unable to utter,

nuthin’ sexy about stalkin’ unless it’s done right,

new jewelery always puts a smile in the mutter.

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