Open Line Off Line

she pops up in my messenger window
i say hello
and she says she jsut got out from her bathroom
and i tell her
wow fresh flesh
wet body still filled with so much desire
and you said 'i look like a blank paper
got to have make-up and dry myself
and comb my hair'
and you ask if i have eaten my breakfast yet
and why am i not in church today?

then blackout, as usual in my place
on an early morning sunday
8: 39
offline.

i am thinking about what you just said.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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