Priceless

When will I know the color of the flames in which money burns?

You Have One New Message

Please _leave _a _message _after _the _beep…

Beeeeep!

Hello, It’s me.
Where are you? It’s three.
Anyways, here it goes,
I’m tired, and it shows.

It’s over,
we’re through,
and this time its true,
as true as the colors of your blows.

The attraction is gone.
You’re reserved and withdrawn.
There’s no flame, just cold
and this feeling, so old.

I needed to feel needed,
wanted and seeded,
in love.

Out of love, with you -
There, I’ve said it,
its over, we’re through
and this time its true,
as true as the colors of your blows.

She kissed me,
in BBQ sauce glossed lips
- cherry red
bled from hot wing tips.

She extended her tongue,
slipping it down my throat.
Intoxicated, she whispered,
“You devilish dreamboat.”

She lavished me,
almost swallowing me whole.
and I loved it, her,
tasting my soul.

Tonight, I was her basket
on a balcony of lust.
Picnicking with passion
like the wind romances dust.

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