TSW (April 3rd,1970 / Honolulu, Hawaii)

Morena

The days are far too short, the slaying of me is such a petty sport.
Too far away on any given day...hearts words spoken in dismay.
This torture that is the end of me, I wait to use those specialist of words...we.
Callipygous, and I wait for that delight...two hands to embrace, they know my plight.

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for a joke.- your hands how i wish they were something else your tears how i wish they were something else your love how i wish it is for me