Killing the Agony


 

Bob Marley sang, “I don’t want to wait in vain for your love.”

Neither do I.
So get over here little girl,
because waiting for you to come to my bed has been agony,
Sheer as a red red curtain.

Painful in its pronouncement deep down in my
sexual soul.
So please, please
Bring home that honey pot. Yum, yum.
Oh you’re the one, little bear.

Drip,

Drip,

Drip… I won’t miss a drop.

Sting sang, “Let my kingdoms fall into the sea, for I’m mad about you”

Mad, mad, mad like the Hatter,
so come join me in the Chaos
as Order soon finds itself and all becomes calm
within your pretty head as
your body hits the bed.

A kiss on the lips,
a greeting for being missed
A bite on the lips,
a spectacle of compulsion
of what’s to come

You know the drill
Mon ami.
You know it all to well
So let me kill your agony.
Euphorically.

by Philip Wardlow

 

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