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The Night The Circus Came To Town (Edit #3)

Max pushed up some loose blinds on his venetian curtain to look out his bedroom window on the second floor.  He was wondering about the white 'Friendly Floral' van, with rust along the chassis, that had been parked directly across the street from his house for three days now.  Living in the suburbs, all the cars and lawns looked similar.  Everything was expensive and cut to perfection.  Max had been staying over with his aunt Ivy for many years now, and he had gotten use to the layout of her street.  He didn't think a rusty old thing like that would come from anyone that lived in this blue blooded of a neighborhood.  It reminded him of something he would see on his old block in Michigan.  The van was huge, but there was no windows, except for the drivers side.  

The mystery of the van really intrigued Max.  He was the sort that had to investigate anything out of the ordinary.  He made a promise to himself to get a better view of the van at night, when he was sure there were no lights on in the other houses.  Letting the blinds fall, he bounded downstairs to brush his teeth, and get ready for the day.  He had planned to bleach his hair blonde today.  He was also supposed to go jogging with his friend Lisa, and take her down to Catskills Lake, because she had never gone before.

That night, at around 2:30 AM, Max slipped out the front door, crossing the street to get a better look at the white van.  Even from a closer distant it had a dreary aura to it.  On it's body, half bathed in shadow, was a picturesque bundle of various lilies, and roses, and orchids, and hyacinth, and tulips spilled out in a lush way along the side of van.  The picture, and the phrase 'Friendly Floral' was in elegant cursive, and seemed to be a sticker of some kind that had been plastered to the van long ago.  There was streaks of dirt, here and there, along the sticker edges that made the van look ancient.  Searching in front, and behind him at the dark houses, Max cautiously ducked behind the van, and yanked at the trunk handle as fast as he could.  Oddly, the trunk was unlocked.  As Max lifted it up slowly, he saw a mess of polka-dot clothes in the darkest left corner of the van.  He also saw a pair of floppy red shoes in the other farthest corner.  There was a bad smell coming somewhere, and Max could hear flies buzzing, although he couldn't see any of them flying in the half light.  At the center of the van there was a pile of smut magazines.  On top of the magazines sat an ash-tray that was full to the brim with cigarette butts.  One of the cigarettes was still smoldering, which meant it had just recently been smoked.  Immediately Max felt a chill up his back.  On impulse he stared back at the safety of his bedroom window and instantly froze with fright.  Staring back at him, with a menacing greasepaint smile, was a clown face.  There was blue makeup around the eyes, and exaggerated expressions drawn on the face.  Thinking immediately of his aunt, he bolted towards his house to warn her.  Unfortunately, right then a group of college guys sped past him on the road.  Max was forced to stand still for a moment.  They yelled some obscenity, and tossed a bottle out their window, that he could hear breaking somewhere in the distance.  Glancing back up at his window, Max noticed with horror that the clown had disappeared from the top window!  By the time Max had made it to the front door, and slipped his key in, he heard a blood-curdling scream that changed into a liquid gurgling sound...

The End

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The Night The Circus Came To Town (Edit #3)
Max pushed up some loose blinds on his venetian curtain to look out his bedroom window on the second floor.  He was wondering about the white 'Friendly Floral' van, with rust along the chassis, that had been parked directly across the street from his house for three days now.  Living in the suburbs, all the cars and lawns looked similar.  Everything was expensive and cut to perfection.  Max had been staying over with his aunt Ivy for many years now, and he had gotten use to the layout of her street.  He didn't think a rusty old thing like that would come from anyone that lived in this blue blooded of a neighborhood.  It reminded him of something he would see on his old block in Michigan.  The van was huge, but there was no windows, except for the drivers side.  

The mystery of the van really intrigued Max.  He was the sort that had to investigate anything out of the ordinary.  He made a promise to himself to get a better view of the van at night, when he was sure there were no lights on in the other houses.  Letting the blinds fall, he bounded downstairs to brush his teeth, and get ready for the day.  He had planned to bleach his hair blonde today.  He was also supposed to go jogging with his friend Lisa, and take her down to Catskills Lake, because she had never gone before.

That night, at around 2:30 AM, Max slipped out the front door, crossing the street to get a better look at the white van.  Even from a closer distant it had a dreary aura to it.  On it's body, half bathed in shadow, was a picturesque bundle of various lilies, and roses, and orchids, and hyacinth, and tulips spilled out in a lush way along the side of van.  The picture, and the phrase 'Friendly Floral' was in elegant cursive, and seemed to be a sticker of some kind that had been plastered to the van long ago.  There was streaks of dirt, here and there, along the sticker edges that made the van look ancient.  Searching in front, and behind him at the dark houses, Max cautiously ducked behind the van, and yanked at the trunk handle as fast as he could.  Oddly, the trunk was unlocked.  As Max lifted it up slowly, he saw a mess of polka-dot clothes in the darkest left corner of the van.  He also saw a pair of floppy red shoes in the other farthest corner.  There was a bad smell coming somewhere, and Max could hear flies buzzing, although he couldn't see any of them flying in the half light.  At the center of the van there was a pile of smut magazines.  On top of the magazines sat an ash-tray that was full to the brim with cigarette butts.  One of the cigarettes was still smoldering, which meant it had just recently been smoked.  Immediately Max felt a chill up his back.  On impulse he stared back at the safety of his bedroom window and instantly froze with fright.  Staring back at him, with a menacing greasepaint smile, was a clown face.  There was blue makeup around the eyes, and exaggerated expressions drawn on the face.  Thinking immediately of his aunt, he bolted towards his house to warn her.  Unfortunately, right then a group of college guys sped past him on the road.  Max was forced to stand still for a moment.  They yelled some obscenity, and tossed a bottle out their window, that he could hear breaking somewhere in the distance.  Glancing back up at his window, Max noticed with horror that the clown had disappeared from the top window!  By the time Max had made it to the front door, and slipped his key in, he heard a blood-curdling scream that changed into a liquid gurgling sound...

The End


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Staying Open For Appearances

Sitting there

In your safety of self...

...Let's peel the onion

Layer back,

Shall we?...

What lies be-

neath routine, and the

Calming belief 

That we'll all return by

The first morning light?...

Sitting there

With a statuesque ease...

So goddamn sure 

Of the birds, and the

Bees...

...Yet that gate 

In the sky's set

To open tonight!...

...You keep your 

Wild on a chain

While you 

Doggedly fight

The urge to 

Turn back,

And consider 

These sounds

That come

From the void

At a pace

That's profound.

Sitting there...

...Trying to strike

A pose

Of your latest

Facade

With your 

New

Camera phone...

What is tumbling 

Out?...

...Deep inside you 

Pour forth...

But right now 

There's no route...

...Every road 

Has been barred.

Take down 

Open signs!...

...It is time you

Define

What's your nature

Of flight:

Are you hurt,

Or alright?...

...It's completely

Your right

To shut down for

The winter...

You don't have to

Keep spinning

When you're

This low on gas...

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Staying Open For Appearances
Sitting there
In your safety of self...
...Let's peel the onion
Layer back,
Shall we?...
What lies be-
neath routine, and the
Calming belief 
That we'll all return by
The first morning light?...

Sitting there
With a statuesque ease...
So goddamn sure 
Of the birds, and the
Bees...
...Yet that gate 
In the sky's set
To open tonight!...

...You keep your 
Wild on a chain
While you 
Doggedly fight
The urge to 
Turn back,
And consider 
These sounds
That come
From the void
At a pace
That's profound.

Sitting there...
...Trying to strike
A pose
Of your latest
Facade
With your 
New
Camera phone...

What is tumbling 
Out?...
...Deep inside you 
Pour forth...
But right now 
There's no route...
...Every road 
Has been barred.

Take down 
Open signs!...
...It is time you
Define
What's your nature
Of flight:
Are you hurt,
Or alright?...
...It's completely
Your right
To shut down for
The winter...
You don't have to
Keep spinning
When you're
This low on gas...


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2017
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Ground Zero

Emerging out of 

Dark and light,

She came to me

A shifting sight!...

A swinging streetlight

Caught her face,

And threw the rest

Back out to space...

...At times green

Eyes were 

Emphasized...

...On other days

A hint of thigh

Was all I gathered

When she'd

Grace 

Me with a presence

That hesitates

To choose one

Figure, 

And be still....

...Like passengers

Upon a train

Who kept on leaving

To provide 

An empty seat 

For new behinds...

You came to me

In shifts,

My love!...

...I'd see one hand,

While with a glove

Another hand

Was veiled 

From sight...

...A phoenix

Soaring

Out of sight!...

Or 'til you had

Emerged again

To suss out 

Was I

Foe or friend???

You were so cautious

To reveal

If every side of

You could feel

The full amount 

Of me,

Or not...

...I rarely had a 

Chance to spot 

Your whole strategy

'til you bled

Out of my sky...

...Lovely sunset

That slipped away 

So gloriously...

Returning to 

The mystery...

...Back to the soil

From whence

You slipped...

...Adrift with

Questions...

Tonight I sift

Through remnants

In your wilds,

And waste...

...Cherishing dregs

That in your

Haste

Were not 

Consumed

In the bonfire...

Each curling photograph

Admired

By my estranged, 

Imperfect soul...

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Ground Zero
Emerging out of 
Dark and light,
She came to me
A shifting sight!...

A swinging streetlight
Caught her face,
And threw the rest
Back out to space...

...At times green
Eyes were 
Emphasized...
...On other days
A hint of thigh
Was all I gathered
When she'd
Grace 
Me with a presence
That hesitates
To choose one
Figure, 
And be still....

...Like passengers
Upon a train
Who kept on leaving
To provide 
An empty seat 
For new behinds...

You came to me
In shifts,
My love!...
...I'd see one hand,
While with a glove
Another hand
Was veiled 
From sight...

...A phoenix
Soaring
Out of sight!...
Or 'til you had
Emerged again
To suss out 
Was I
Foe or friend???

You were so cautious
To reveal
If every side of
You could feel
The full amount 
Of me,
Or not...
...I rarely had a 
Chance to spot 
Your whole strategy
'til you bled
Out of my sky...
...Lovely sunset
That slipped away 
So gloriously...
Returning to 
The mystery...
...Back to the soil
From whence
You slipped...

...Adrift with
Questions...
Tonight I sift
Through remnants
In your wilds,
And waste...

...Cherishing dregs
That in your
Haste
Were not 
Consumed
In the bonfire...

Each curling photograph
Admired
By my estranged, 
Imperfect soul...

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Elevation

I can feel our 

Time

Like a tickle 

In my nose...

...It's scent

Coming back to

Climb 

Through the 

Conduits and

Vessels.

See your budding

Face!...

...All your fledgling

Virtues rise

In place...

...As the surging

Hour 

Comes to pass,

I take it in it's

Stride.

As my tears descend,

I don't try to

Fend them off,

I stand

At the iron gates of

Reason

With a truncheon

In my fist...

I can feel our 

Time...

...And it's all 

I'll ever 

Need to rise...

I can feel your

Inspiration...

Your the bird

Perched 

On my wrist.

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Elevation
I can feel our 
Time
Like a tickle 
In my nose...
...It's scent
Coming back to
Climb 
Through the 
Conduits and
Vessels.

See your budding
Face!...
...All your fledgling
Virtues rise
In place...
...As the surging
Hour 
Comes to pass,
I take it in it's
Stride.

As my tears descend,
I don't try to
Fend them off,
I stand
At the iron gates of
Reason
With a truncheon
In my fist...

I can feel our 
Time...
...And it's all 
I'll ever 
Need to rise...
I can feel your
Inspiration...
Your the bird
Perched 
On my wrist.



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2017
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What....is real?

World and her wonders...

Truth slips through our fingers

...Shall we flee, or

Shall we linger

From this fragile

Deck of cards?...

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What....is real?
World and her wonders...
Truth slips through our fingers
...Shall we flee, or
Shall we linger
From this fragile
Deck of cards?...


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2017
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Sunsets and Forgets

The sun falls on

Our potted toes

It dazzles us

As measures go,

And we get swept

Into the fold...

Wide sunken eyes

Turn into gold.

Were you the one

I saw last night?...

My star and sun?...

My candlelight?...

...You looked so

Different 

Under light,

As now the

Nighttime 

Shadows crawl...

A mad chimera

Plagued my dreams

With lion's mane,

And eyes so mean...

...It's rattle tail

Was vexed, and 

Peeved,

But there were 

Similarities

To my own walk,

And my own ways...

...In disbelief

I booked, insane

From the tall 

Mirror

That brought down

The hammer on

My golden crown.

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2017

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Sunsets and Forgets
The sun falls on
Our potted toes
It dazzles us
As measures go,
And we get swept
Into the fold...
Wide sunken eyes
Turn into gold.

Were you the one
I saw last night?...
My star and sun?...
My candlelight?...
...You looked so
Different 
Under light,
As now the
Nighttime 
Shadows crawl...

A mad chimera
Plagued my dreams
With lion's mane,
And eyes so mean...
...It's rattle tail
Was vexed, and 
Peeved,
But there were 
Similarities
To my own walk,
And my own ways...
...In disbelief
I booked, insane
From the tall 
Mirror
That brought down
The hammer on
My golden crown.

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2017
Bunny Villaire  











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Written by Bunny in portal Romance & Erotica

Night Toucher

Lower my needle

On her soft

Groove of night...

...When finally this

Tip is raised...

Will exclaim 

With

Delight!...

Changed by the 

Braiding 

Of rough surface

Noise,

I've become more

In tune with

Her dynamic poise

That is always

In motion...

...Though she's

Calm as a

Dock...

...Once again,

I drop anchor...

I can hear her 

Knees knock,

As our breath

Falls in sync,

And we chirp

Right on time!

I can feel her

Pulse beating,

'cuz I'm

Right there

Behind,

And I'm 

Punching

Her ticket

With a beat

That won't stop...

Slow descent

Of my needle,

As it nests in

Her spot,

And cinches in

Tight,

Locking up

With her crease...

...On this soft

Groove of night

I am now taking

Lease,

As our lips

Lock together,

As she hungrily 

Turns...

...I can feel her

Warm weather,

As our temperature

Burns.

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2017

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Written by Bunny in portal Romance & Erotica
Night Toucher
Lower my needle
On her soft
Groove of night...
...When finally this
Tip is raised...
Will exclaim 
With
Delight!...

Changed by the 
Braiding 
Of rough surface
Noise,
I've become more
In tune with
Her dynamic poise
That is always
In motion...
...Though she's
Calm as a
Dock...

...Once again,
I drop anchor...
I can hear her 
Knees knock,
As our breath
Falls in sync,
And we chirp
Right on time!

I can feel her
Pulse beating,
'cuz I'm
Right there
Behind,
And I'm 
Punching
Her ticket
With a beat
That won't stop...

Slow descent
Of my needle,
As it nests in
Her spot,
And cinches in
Tight,
Locking up
With her crease...

...On this soft
Groove of night
I am now taking
Lease,
As our lips
Lock together,
As she hungrily 
Turns...
...I can feel her
Warm weather,
As our temperature
Burns.


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2017
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Agoraphobia

The doves come to her

In the morning...

...They beckon her

To rise

And disregard 

The endless warnings

That plague her

Deep inside...

The world's her oyster,

And it's waiting...

...How often she 

Has cried

Because she can't 

Build up the courage

To leave her woes

Behind...

The doves come to her

In the morning...

...Perhaps today 

She'll run

From out 

The front door,

Down to the

Meadow 

Where a man walks

In the sun...

...She's watched him

On so many seasons...

...He lives somewhere 

Around...

...Inside this house

Where her parents

Died,

Her feelings are

Profound...

...And lucky May

Has Earl the grocer

Who brings her

Bread, and fruit...

Though there is 

Something 

She needs more, sir,

Then paper bags 

Of food...

...Her heart hangs 

Heavy, in the balance,

But she can't yet

Flee the coop...

The doves come to her

In the morning...

...They beckon her

To rise

And disregard

The endless warnings

That plague her

Deep inside...

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2017

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Agoraphobia
The doves come to her
In the morning...
...They beckon her
To rise
And disregard 
The endless warnings
That plague her
Deep inside...

The world's her oyster,
And it's waiting...
...How often she 
Has cried
Because she can't 
Build up the courage
To leave her woes
Behind...

The doves come to her
In the morning...
...Perhaps today 
She'll run
From out 
The front door,
Down to the
Meadow 
Where a man walks
In the sun...

...She's watched him
On so many seasons...
...He lives somewhere 
Around...

...Inside this house
Where her parents
Died,
Her feelings are
Profound...
...And lucky May
Has Earl the grocer
Who brings her
Bread, and fruit...
Though there is 
Something 
She needs more, sir,
Then paper bags 
Of food...

...Her heart hangs 
Heavy, in the balance,
But she can't yet
Flee the coop...

The doves come to her
In the morning...
...They beckon her
To rise
And disregard
The endless warnings
That plague her
Deep inside...



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2017
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Lip's Dick (Penis with No Chief)

My penis came alive

Last night...

...His tiny pink lips

Blew

The covers off my bed

With ease...

He wanted to push 

Through,

And drag my body

Down the stairs

Until he found a

Tube

Of lipstick laying on

The rug...

...Cock almost wanted

To erupt,

He was so anxious

To look good,

And stalk the streets

With midnight wood...

That dick forgot

My body was

Just being dragged,

Smacked like a club

Against the walls,

And corners...

...It really was a 

Boner

To be very 

Mis-treated

By a penis 

With no chief...

...Hell, I'm 

Glad

I was asleep

For all that

Damage to my 

Dermis.

By the furnace,

Cock must 

Take care!...

...Besides the heat

The cat sleeps there,

And pussy has little 

Patience

For a prick that's 

On the run...

...He's got to

Move with grace,

And try to never

Be detected...

...He mustn't start

A tiff,

Tho brave...

A dork without defenses

Laid

Can really wind

Up scarred...

...But he didn't

Have no time

For this,

He found some

Lipstick,

Puckered his lips,

And then applied 

The rosy shade

To his mushroom 

Head,

Before he made

His way to the

Front door

To flee

From the confines of

This menagerie.

My penis came alive

Last night...

...His tiny pink lips

Blew

The covers off my bed

With ease...

He wanted to push

Through...

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2017

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Lip's Dick (Penis with No Chief)
My penis came alive
Last night...
...His tiny pink lips
Blew
The covers off my bed
With ease...
He wanted to push 
Through,
And drag my body
Down the stairs
Until he found a
Tube
Of lipstick laying on
The rug...

...Cock almost wanted
To erupt,
He was so anxious
To look good,
And stalk the streets
With midnight wood...

That dick forgot
My body was
Just being dragged,
Smacked like a club
Against the walls,
And corners...

...It really was a 
Boner
To be very 
Mis-treated
By a penis 
With no chief...
...Hell, I'm 
Glad
I was asleep
For all that
Damage to my 
Dermis.

By the furnace,
Cock must 
Take care!...
...Besides the heat
The cat sleeps there,
And pussy has little 
Patience
For a prick that's 
On the run...
...He's got to
Move with grace,
And try to never
Be detected...

...He mustn't start
A tiff,
Tho brave...
A dork without defenses
Laid
Can really wind
Up scarred...

...But he didn't
Have no time
For this,
He found some
Lipstick,
Puckered his lips,
And then applied 
The rosy shade
To his mushroom 
Head,
Before he made
His way to the
Front door
To flee
From the confines of
This menagerie.

My penis came alive
Last night...
...His tiny pink lips
Blew
The covers off my bed
With ease...
He wanted to push
Through...

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2017
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Written by Bunny in portal Music and Rap

Out of My Skin (For You)

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of 

My skin

For you...

...I put the pin in the 

Oil drum...

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of

My skin 

For you...

...It happened fast...

Just like a string

I un-strummed!

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of

My skin

For you...

...I put the pin in the

Oil drum...

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of

My skin

For you...

...It happened fast...

Just like a string

I un-strummed!

Old habits 

Waver at

The macabre Ball

That we will attend 

Until lifeless leaves

Fall...

How did you 

Relish with 

Her pins and spikes?...

...You look so embellished

Under neon 

Lights!

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of

My skin

For you...

...I put the pin in the

Oil drum...

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of

My skin

For you...

...It happened fast...

Just like a string

I un-strummed!

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of

My skin

For you...

...I put the pin in the

Oil drum...

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of

My skin

For you...

...It happened fast...

Just like a string

I un-strummed!

Drawn to your 

Harbor, 

I let both toes dip...

...I never could know

When your come-on's

Would hitch...

...Electric impulses

Are guiding 

The shells

That will come between 

Us, causing

Skin to 

Melt...

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of

My skin

For you...

...I put the pin in the

Oil drum...

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of

My skin

For you...

...It happened fast...

Just like a string

I un-strummed!

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of

My skin

For you...

...I put the pin in the

Oil drum...

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of

My skin

For you...

...It happened fast...

Just like a string

I un-strummed!

 ©

2017

Bunny Villaire 

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Written by Bunny in portal Music and Rap
Out of My Skin (For You)
Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of 
My skin
For you...
...I put the pin in the 
Oil drum...

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of
My skin 
For you...
...It happened fast...
Just like a string
I un-strummed!

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of
My skin
For you...
...I put the pin in the
Oil drum...

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of
My skin
For you...
...It happened fast...
Just like a string
I un-strummed!

Old habits 
Waver at
The macabre Ball
That we will attend 
Until lifeless leaves
Fall...

How did you 
Relish with 
Her pins and spikes?...
...You look so embellished
Under neon 
Lights!

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of
My skin
For you...
...I put the pin in the
Oil drum...

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of
My skin
For you...
...It happened fast...
Just like a string
I un-strummed!

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of
My skin
For you...
...I put the pin in the
Oil drum...

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of
My skin
For you...
...It happened fast...
Just like a string
I un-strummed!

Drawn to your 
Harbor, 
I let both toes dip...
...I never could know
When your come-on's
Would hitch...

...Electric impulses
Are guiding 
The shells
That will come between 
Us, causing
Skin to 
Melt...

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of
My skin
For you...
...I put the pin in the
Oil drum...

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of
My skin
For you...
...It happened fast...
Just like a string
I un-strummed!

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of
My skin
For you...
...I put the pin in the
Oil drum...

Aiiieeeeeeeee!-I crept out of
My skin
For you...
...It happened fast...
Just like a string
I un-strummed!




 ©
2017
Bunny Villaire 








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