Flirting With Death With our apathetic greeting We started the inevitable: flirting She had this almost rare prudery My zeal,mistaken for debaunchery I almost kissed her,it was infirming Having rested in her bossom yearning To her, all i did proved insatiable Upon her insensate stupor, But as if possesed it was impossible To contemplate of her leaving My immobile twigged body twirl As she moved, i swore there was no Point living My thoughts turned into twill I passed out in a twinkling. On my hospital bed, the voices echoed My duffed ears still picked up An astounding news:for the record, They said it was a miracle to have Come alive off the wreck, Pious it was, but flirting with death. Zaziwe to Steve Jnr
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 17:34:01 +0000