Let's (Not) Talk About It
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
696
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Let's (Not) Talk About It
Let’s (not) Talk about IT
Cover your ankles girls,
don’t show your legs,
we can’t have you running around like loose
strings. Keep us dancing for one more
inner joy, keep us twirling in dark closets,
hoping for one more secretly achieved orgasm.
Blindness so thick
that the bullshit looks like titanium.
Unzip conservatism,
and let me scream your name
in the halls so it echoes,
not down into the suffocating pillow
with closed eyes, pupils. Minds
holding back the Mississippi generation,
waiting to overflow its banks,
and show my belly button,
the hint of my breasts.
Making you aroused
won’t be a crime,
shouldn’t be an issue
when I’m on top
with all the power.
That’s right.
I’ll run for president.
We’ll all walk out.
Send them a message.
Then you’ll be free
to moan in your sleep,
and I can lick my fingers clean.
Our skin will rejoice
as it sweats.
You’ll be my salt lick,
I’ll lock the door,
and we won’t accept their policy
anymore.
Cover your ankles girls,
don’t show your legs,
we can’t have you running around like loose
strings. Keep us dancing for one more
inner joy, keep us twirling in dark closets,
hoping for one more secretly achieved orgasm.
Blindness so thick
that the bullshit looks like titanium.
Unzip conservatism,
and let me scream your name
in the halls so it echoes,
not down into the suffocating pillow
with closed eyes, pupils. Minds
holding back the Mississippi generation,
waiting to overflow its banks,
and show my belly button,
the hint of my breasts.
Making you aroused
won’t be a crime,
shouldn’t be an issue
when I’m on top
with all the power.
That’s right.
I’ll run for president.
We’ll all walk out.
Send them a message.
Then you’ll be free
to moan in your sleep,
and I can lick my fingers clean.
Our skin will rejoice
as it sweats.
You’ll be my salt lick,
I’ll lock the door,
and we won’t accept their policy
anymore.