Friday, December 5, 2008

No#2Lust

No#2LustNo#2LustNo#2Lust For the sake of notoriety and the art of artful dodging eye will call her Blue for the sake of this discussion and to talk about our passion. Miz Blue has taken all my heart and added it to hers. Miz Blue has kisses for mye hands and love enough for future plans. Lust inside a man is just a normal thing iff his desire is for his female friend, the GOD that made anatomy did not make it uselessly but had his reasons. This SIN you call Lust is not a sin at all inside a marriage it has places to reside within us all. Then it is just no longer lust but is called passion. Punctuality is the courtesy of kings. Some Zen lift the covered cup up shake the cup with ice inside tell me what the liquid is on ice. Sounds like a coke no coke try again sounds like tea with coffee mixed inn awright. Can you tell me what the drink is made of little weed hopper ewe. Is it new? Oh no they are always old made of melted ice added too whatever eye find. Blue: <3 xoxoxoxo me: <3 Blue: your crown is made of coral and rubies me: baaaaaaaaaa Blue: underwater coral mooooooooooooooo and sapphires me: mye heart is made of violet hues and loves Blue: like the blue ocean this caht was mad of lust the kind that rules the heart of us the kind that is just love. May a poet use a word that is not his is there an original word that has not been used in a sentence or does a poet use words that are used. If eye borrow words eye find written will they seem like mine or will someone tell it; will some great scholar read my poem and say that is not the poet’s words. That sentence looks like to me he found it written on a yellow card he found discarded on the lieberry floor. Can you go back and read this poem and find the sentence that eye meant oh never mind eye think it went in good. Was it good for ewe? As well as eye Mye lust? Mye Blue Courtesan.

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