Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

cover my silhouette in icy powder
mold the fresh flesh of snow
over my amazing features,
pack it tightly so as not to distort
my macho buffness, just encase
me in ice baby, and I'll be
the sexiest snowman alive, yeah
make me the envy of winter,
wanna be the frozen saliva
in a woman's hot mouth, warmed by
the rays of liquid lanacaine sunshine,
cause I'm sick of the routine pain
of matching patterns nine to five, weary
like a veteran fox long in the tooth and cranky,
too horny to see through the fog in the mirror.

Damn, that last line is killer.
Whole poem is good, but man, talk about blam!
Nice
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thanx hester....appreciate the comments ...steve

oh gosh yes! been there...not the macho and such...but there...kinda like you're revved up and deflated at the same time. fRuStratioN. very refreshing in it's honesty...like ice in my soda juS a liTtle tease to make ya sMiLe mr. saW

thank you ms. smile....always good to hear from you.....peace !