Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Nick morse poem ..problem solver

I have seen it all,l but I don't know it all 
For now, I will search for the  answers in my head 
I am not fooling my self the answers are in your bed.
whispers that  reach, 
my caresses  will never  cease
A multitude of raptures  grabbing by the ankles
Tied up tight, thank you thank you
Blood is no problem sweat is  welcome
Hard churning bodies, STOPING seldom
Ripped  clothes, 
torn flesh 
Water through screens, mesh baby mesh
Please do your best, solve all my problems 
Get them off my  chest, 
Should you not fix them, this is not a test
we can try again later, for now just rest.

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