Is It Poetry - Lobstrosity

She was the sophisticated one meandering
around with nothing on no cares in the world
until I came down.
The chase for tail was endless miles and miles
it seemed hours spent sucking wind a glimpse
was all I saw.
she looked good dressed red hard as a rock
and a body to die for her tail was sharp as the
obsidian knife and quick as a rich babe.
She saw it is poetry coming after all she had
to put on a act and address her surrounding in
time for the show.
She tried and of course failed no one can resist
my touch the way I push at all the hard spots and
drain the soft ones away where was I...............
How many traps did you lay out tonight....

Is It Poetry

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