Sunday, January 17, 2010

Smashed Watermelon

Thursday night

on the Church Avenue subway platform.

It's January.

Smashed Watermelon, what is your story?

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Skin so soft, so smooth
My fingers run through every groove
Shapley body nearly perfect
A flaw in you none can’t detect
Those luscious curves invite me in
I can’t help and in a din
I plunge through your soft skin
It is sweetness, which I find within
But as your sweetness goes past my lips
A tear from my eye slips
Down, down on to the ground
Where your corpse can now be found
With a gaping hole from the thrust,
your beauty killed, by my lust