Gord

2025-08-01 06:26 am

Shadow cast across their skin,
Romance,
Allow me a dance along thin, 
White lines with darker ends.

Value passed through generation,
Thank you, and oft veneration,
And off to the races,
White lines drawn to darker ends.

And Why is it, he beats me still?
Alas,
Answers,
White lies to darker ends.

Romance, allow me a dance,
Along lines, dark wide expanse,
Around what lies in my bed,
Along legs and under hands. 

I watch as the white lines dance, 
Eyes: water, shut. Demands... 
Then an end to nice guy acts,
I'm not the one, but for now, I am.