Marvel'd

by

Erik Walter Lauritzen

Slack-jawed,
Her dress is a movie that plays in my mind,
as she walks the camera pans,
her legs are like scissors cutting paper as
she moves, in slow sultry persausion.
I follow her lead and marvel in her soft
sophistication,
Slack-jawed, my eyes dance and heart pounds
there's nothing like a movie in the mind
that makes me want to commit a crime
against humanity or the world.

She is my amphetemine,
like a straight-jacket of memories
that binds me to the present,
and I unwrap her slowly,
at first,
then ravage her like an army storms a beach,
slack-jawed, we hold each other and her dress
is on the floor as the scene fades
and the credits roll.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Body Armour
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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