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Unprotected feet carry you through a dark room
Guess where the furniture is before you smash your toes
Like tripping and giggling through an exciting encounter
Flirting shamelessly
The goals are clear: get to the light switch, the door, or the bed
Just don’t let him scratch your unshielded heart in the process
Through I suppose being barefoot is half the thrill

The poem isnt the interesting part. In fact there isnt one. An interesting part I mean. Should the title be “Flirting with Disatster” or “Flirting With Your Eyes Closed in a Dark Room”?

This entry was posted on Sunday, February 4th, 2007 at 3:26 pm by rose and is filed under personal, jonny's life, quotes, life, poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.