Amour De Pistolet - Poem by Nicholas Peter
Your body is a shotgun,
firing amour rounds,
of spread shot range pellets,
of gunpowder romance.
fired from the top of your body,
soft and sweet.
The passion filled embrace,
of which I trap myself,
is an octopus grip,
of inescapable affection.
Your want is a battlefield,
large and intense,
gunshot desire fires from pistol eyes,
and enters bloody into the body.
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