Twins twins
So much
People know me to be
So clutch
Move to fifth…
Ah the gift
Never read my ish before
Then that explains the rif(t)f
Between us
The wind it seems gusts
Retired now
Reminiscing about when you had a teen bust
Could you have used it then to just
Empower yourself
But you tried that
Got locked up
Your hands were tied back
Trapped
Now you try to teach just
Your daughter doesn’t seem to believe us
Feels deceived just…
Ice and heat
Cussed at us between
Between lust
Now she has a daughter
And you grieve cause
You know history repeats
Fuss
In the morning wouldn’t deplete dusk
Enter me act 1 scene two with the deep musk
Clothes covering The Me is neat tux
Shimmer on and off reve(a)l
In my deep cuts
Used to be that people knew me to be
So clutch
Pass the pot
Not the dutch
Remember when I used to rate ladies above
So much
Luck there was no such
Gold in the wheat fields as she frolicked
I watched her getting her frock lift
Act 3 scene three
Play a third
The second gift
Hoping the sound would get
A spirit to uplift a soul
To not drift
Harsh they say
So vulgar
But really and truly
The majority of what’s done goes unnoticed
Soft and subtle touch…
Still I am
But there was a time I used to play the role
So clutch
No regrets
But people
I used to love them so much
G.C. Aug. 04/2008
Edited Dec. 24/2012