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Random Poem:

nature's girl ( lyric in lou reed's voice )

through his brain,
can she see the magic of his eyes,
and, earth's mud liquefied,
smell the magic of his love?
                            his moans subside:
                           "you don't care about me any more...
                             no one wants sex anymore."
she hates confusion,
it breaks the illusion,
but,  permissible... one or two,
no girls allowed: menage à two,
feels left behind, just nature's toy.
flucker-punch the sky, like a guy.
tempo jive, mesmerize his emo.
mean him mental...
in essentials, kill him.
sweet dreams of this,
they flutter,
always a first kiss,
vibe and butter; angel,
she do the rightly thing:
lives competent, from books
knows the dark.
tonight, she dives the internet,
she types three talks, secretly, afraid of ghosts.
one: him? he's mental.
and, sexy,
coasts in overdrive: nice hair.
three: he wants to live by rules...
"don't steal," "don't cry, I never think about her."
she'd live more like a guy,
but, fanboy loves
his smart girl....
she teened his punk:
zipped him down, he slid the street,
hipster 28,
astride his slither. dude.
the stage.
there's danger in the pillows;
better know the moves,
you did it raw, in sticky vacuums; entered idols,
ancient queens;
took a powdered honeymoon:
"jonny hit and run..." for solo jerk-off, trio theme...
they all had method
in the atmo-cene, jonny hit and,
what a scene. L-P spin the cock 33,
you're too grreenn, jonny cream...
you can't kill death with vaseline...
family, sister, all too real:
hit paul-een, lamer queer,
jealous of your tresses,
and his kisses... little girl,
the it and it
of moany, misty phoney
mattress guy and gal;
jelly holy, took it to the Vicodin,
paid with halloween,
jazz the cocktail,
jazz a lie,
he's naked in your horny eye...
-- it's all s'ok, you're nature's girl.
plastic boy has one more pass on Sodom's stove...
so, take it,
grab his cock-rock, ride it low...
your highlife laugh, "boy's be so."
yo, fly away,
nature's mystery, moves so slow.
don't take him with.
fuck it so easy, easy melody:
we such friends: poke his animal,
ana-tomies, his wa-wa wo,
he'll play, he's dreamy,
sunshine into rain lilacs, love...cock and alcohol.
be that for him. forever real, his
salvation: walk like a boy.
fuck it, ditch him... you said goodbye before,
felt confident:
something somewhere in between,
"i've seen it all" and "happy."
dog hip hippy, there it is, a style:
limp sissies not your dossier, but, still,
he's good at movies, "ho, let's go";
'loves your pussy,
especially when you wear his underwear;
and, you don't mind:
all dudes wonder,
where to fit their middle-mind.
grab the moment, wife his load.
wind it up,
he won't admit he knows he wants it.
mentalize his systemize: click-chick, clock,
                                             you're nature's girl.

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