Friday, October 23, 2015

Passion's Back

Constitute a passion’s fruit,
I agree with freedom of speech,
but damn, she was far from mute.

Cutie had an arched back,
I thought she was taking me back
to 1960’s McDonald’s;
taking an arch back.

Couldn’t get her out of my mind,
she was bouncing around in my head,
like the springs in my bed.

Plugged in my controller, her passion controlled-her,
grinding passion, like dentist drilling a molar.

So I told her, get on two knees, stretch two feet back,
mounted like Banjo-Kazooie - bird in backpack.
Think I’m sprung, but I haven’t used that term since that 1990’s movie.

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