Thanks Jammer for the idear. Now you can proudly say, “Lisa gave me an STD.”
STD for the Heart
Your love, my love, pains me to my heart’s core,
that I plead to you, Make this pain no more!
My heart is a flurry of tell-tale spots,
pulsating and throbbing with ecstatic fury.
My love drips down my heart’s swollen confines;
nefarious, necrotic, non-negotiable
dropping like tears.
Your love, my love , seduces and destroys,
no cure for it here anymore,
the penicillin is still at the store.
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“the penicillin is still at the store.” Lol! Like it.
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Girl, you’ve imagination. Marie.
How do you like my new blog’s name?
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And I spread it with great joy! Excellent tome to the joys of unprotected sex.
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I think I need a shower after reading that.
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ouch. painful. hope the Narrator is feeling better now. Well penned, I really felt that
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I hope it isn’t contagious!!!
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bearman, get out of my shower!
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Why…I like to be the first one to use the shower after it is cleaned.
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