Puppet.

I’m a fret work,patchwork, lost soul of a girl.
I’m a pigtail, full bangs short skirt thrown into a whirl.
I am a big bust, tight arsed see through boiling pot of lust!
I am a thigh high patent leather boots of “come on”..now don’t feign disgust!

I am a black eyed, raggy dress, sexy legs in stripy socks.
Purple lips, curvy hips legs akimbo over the back of a chair throw my head back brush your chest with my hair.
Bend down, turn around suck my thumb roll my eyes lick your thighs…. now don’t pretend you wouldn’t.
I am a diamond encrusted dog collar, peekaboo bra, black leather cat, suit red stiletto heels making your senses reel.

Hard swelling, tightening clothes hastily ripped off knickers on the floor, against the door or try the desk …. now don’t feign disgust… now don’t pretend you wouldn’t.
I am a cheap chick, turn a trick, trip your wick, bother booted swift kick dancing down the fireman’s pole, digging deep into a hole.
Express train through the tunnel, danger spider web funnel.
Come hither don’t dither hurry up before it withers I cant wait all night are you looking for a fight….. I can do that too,especially for you. …. now don’t feign disgust… now don’t pretend you wouldn’t.

Thoughts at the end of the year.

Thoughts  at  the  end  of  the  Year. When it is  dark  damp  an cold.

It’s  not  a bad  life, it’s just not  the  life I  wanted.

Life  is  not a  bowl of  cherries  they  say, but  I would  be happy with pears

Stalked  by  stress and  worry, by  dark  clouds  haunted

Always  trying  to  be  the mediator  
Even  when no one else  cares.
 
Well   eventually  you  awake  to  the fact  that  you  are  nothing
You  have  lost  what  you  were, it is  easier  to just  give in

The  path less  travelled  becomes  a forgotten  thing.

Follow the  piper as his  melody  you  sing.

 So, as  like  the  day  this  year is  comes  to  an  end

Stillness creeps in  to  immortal my  soul

Like  the  Willow  bow  and  bend

I  shall move  on , I  shall survive  my  friend.

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