oi_oi_oi

Paramour, you little whore...

I am lost in Yesterday
And Forsaken today
By the inanimate one adored
And the living flesh in which abhored
The memory bleeds so deep
It grabs ahold and wont let go
The innocence imbrued
By the forgotten feelings you never knew

SG

Oh women of the burlesque tatoo -
Beauty no doubt bequeth you.
It is your skin so precious and rare,
With its dress the color of satan's prayer.
A female armed with a texture of sex;
Gened regression of Y on X.
I admire your expression, if not abuse -
You, my camoulflage muse.