amidtha mi hita bonita
DopeBeastie
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oh girliewhirl. here. come to my couch. we'll make out. we'll hug and stuff and wake up giggling, asking out loud, where's the **** (god, we wish we didn't love that so much!). scrambled eggs and sourdough. thick, ripped butter and the jelly-O. mimosas and hot showers, and the most fly jeans. shop up for lip gloss, high on espresso. hips flipped. gods dogged. bitches. shit! missed... are they not the most retarded? stupid chicken-shits?
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I'd wrap my ever-loving arms
around you,
run my fingers through your hair,
sweetly smile,
and kiss away all
the tears, the years,
you've ever shed
over the men
who forgot your name,
(but not the positions
you'd get in,
or the softness
of your skin),
as soon as the scent
of another
made them turn
their cheeks,
I'd pour you coffee
in the morning,
and snuggle,
and cuddle,
and giggle,
and kiss you,
in the evening,
and all day long
if that's what you'd needed,
feeling the softness,
the warmth,
the compassion,
the understanding,
the selflessness,
of womanly union.
a smile at sunrise
brunch at high noon on the porch
I serenade you
Highly glossed lips,
and fly jeans snuggling our hips,
jacked on espressos,
Girl, that'd be a trip!
it's the intent
at what point does a heart go black
wonder and will ceasing
and forever?
I read this as "womanly onion" at first. I was thinking, would a manly onion let out too much gas?
tee hee