Your mouth tastes like candy
fresh off a dime behind
courtesy of uncle Sam
nickel in hand kisses stolen
with an ounce of dragon dust
from this baby
I intend to ruin you for any other
lifted from the cradle
oh such sticky fingers
master cracksman rifling at the backdoor
the house looks untouched
yet all is not well with the ingénue
Go ahead you know you want to
puckered lips on puckered scars
a child’s game
bequeathed bleaker meaning
sucked upside down
and turned inside out
You will never forget me
the monster in the closet
over the bed
gobbles up wicked girls spits them out
newly minted as women
of a certain sort
It doesn’t matter if you struggle
here the price of admission
what a splendid ride
fifteen tear-soaked minutes
one red coin
left behind on the blanket.
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