Thursday, November 18, 2010

Those who should be considered
Are often overlooked.
Overshadowed by those who
Have all the hooks,
Steal all the looks,
Having read all the books.
Master trappers who snare
With smiles.
Their hips hypnotize,
Showing such a swagger.
Boring into my skin,
Ignoring its thickness,
Like any bug pupates,
Naturally, strategically
Overwhelming my being
In a fit of passion,
A product of my addled mind,
An homonym is uttered;
Indicating my action
And breathing my desire.

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