2/8/17

Sleeping My Way Across the Night Sky

I fingered your prettiest dreams
Your neighbors weren't jealous for long
And in your deepest, darkest places,
I felt your fear melting, powerless upon me
No one will ever taste you quite the same
I licked your ugliest fantasies
Your friends too have stories to tell
And the look on your face pre-penetration
was nothing short of immortal conception
Watch me live forever in your sexual center

Poetry from A Bar in Brooklyn by Shane Windham
E-book and paperback coming spring of 2017

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