Honey

Honey!
She screamed on every third thrust
That word that so distracts one from lust
Honey!
She called in the deep of the right
As the tent flapped about us in the midst of the fight
Honey!
She cried as she left the car
And scrawled her phone number in the window mist
Honey!
The number faded too quick
But the memory attached to that word does stick
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Comments

[Liam Elliott]

This is great. Incredibly true also the way one word can be in many contexts.

Much love.