White Toothbrush

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I question time,

as her toothbrush lies next to mine.

 

She tries to be on time,

sways her hips against mine,

sex appeal – sublime,

Her ass – ┬ádefined.

 

I’m groovin to Southern Rock,

where the lights are Neon,

and the Kings, Leon,

She’s replaying on my mind,

Her toothbrush lies next to mine.

 

She’s a firecracker,

A burst of energy,

I’m a fire starter,

She’s diggin on me.

 

We have an electronic story,

and electric chemistry,

sparks.

 

Our electronic fate,

got us sharing Colgate.

 

Her white toothbrush lies next to mine.

 

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Simplicity.

She will never understand simplicity,
Of a sunrise, and it’s mystery,
Of the beach breeze,
Or a winter freeze.

She will never understand the passion in my eyes,
The innocence of my lies,
Or the struggle for trust,
Or my insatiable lust.

She will never understand a rusty thing,
Over a diamond ring,
Or a heart-skippin kiss,
Over a shopping list.

The horizon that awaits,
Over the home bed’s traits,
Over the comfort of security,
The boredom of complexity.

MM13.7.14

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