They fell in love
They fell in love
Her affair was with an imaginary conception; an unattainable, soap-opera romance that could never be as fulfilling as even a moderately-applied neck and shoulder rub
He fell in love with himself
The love was as true as any love
They both felt the bubbles brew in their bellies
Her bubbles, coming to a fast boil like those in a teapot, hurt
His were much the same as the gaseous horror eating too much cheese might cause
When the love was over
She played with her false and broken platitudes ceaselessly
He bent over to immerse himself in the odious fullness of his fecal aromas
And they'll do it again tomorrow
They fell in love (c) copyright 8/25/10 by nsk
They fell in love
Her affair was with an imaginary conception; an unattainable, soap-opera romance that could never be as fulfilling as even a moderately-applied neck and shoulder rub
He fell in love with himself
The love was as true as any love
They both felt the bubbles brew in their bellies
Her bubbles, coming to a fast boil like those in a teapot, hurt
His were much the same as the gaseous horror eating too much cheese might cause
When the love was over
She played with her false and broken platitudes ceaselessly
He bent over to immerse himself in the odious fullness of his fecal aromas
And they'll do it again tomorrow
They fell in love (c) copyright 8/25/10 by nsk
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deuteranopia:
I wasn't moaning about anything, if you hadn't noticed. I was simply reporting that despite the fact that I have almost no desire to pursue relationships with the opposite sex, that I can still have crushes. Plus, I figure I'm doing the artists a favor by plugging their talent on my little slice of the internet.
deuteranopia:
If I bemoan anything, it'll be the exorbitant use of the word "bemoan."