break the rythm
somehow i trust your perfection
discretion
in every action
movie i've seen.
please do take a seat
defeat
retreat
increase my desire
to see you stripped
off your armor.
mon amour, like the french
fries and lies
despise
let us celebrate our love
from above
be nice
to our guests, dear
haven't you learned anything
in ten years of marriage?
This poem was written by Eliza Simon on Jun 22, 2008.
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