Treasure Island

Steven SRS

(Oct.27 1957 / Oakland California)

Going down


When it goes
Down it goes
Down in flames
And when it ends
It ends in pain.

(this was about love affairs when they end)

(But later I got to be thinking about how 'going down' took on a new meaning later in my life so a rewrite was in order.)

When I go
Down I go
Down between your legs
And when it ends
It ends in ecstasy!

Submitted: Thursday, August 13, 2009
Edited: Thursday, August 13, 2009
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  • Kasey Graham (6/25/2010 3:22:00 AM)

    Well, I can honestly say that I appreciated the hinting in the first, more so than the direct. I know, there's great irony in my having made this comment! ! ! (Report) Reply

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