Thursday, 11 October 2007

SHOT NO 8, by Adam Grant

I feel jilted as a dishevelled beauty leaves my lover's lair,
Her eyes full of sleep and health from recently left lust
The smell of sex does not linger in the air, but it should.
My lover looks seriously in to my eyes, hers dart
Feverishly they try to stay upon mine.
A half hearted introduction discloses only that she knows no name
And the warmth of soft scents ... morning sun kissed cheeks
Leaves my senses be, and I grow cold.
She'd laid it on the line from our start -
"Sleeping with a girl is only a lustful action,
Like watching pornography, it is not love,
For I only have love for you."
It seemed like fun then ....

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