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Alone and a Couch
by Maggie Mae
At first hunt, heart was sought.
Tender.
Blushed.
Simmering.
When heart was caught, it grew to expensive size.
An awkward shape in
a short skirt with naked feet searching for more,
or less.
It found a bed,
a bed,
a cot,
a couch,
a wicked couch,
a broken bed.
It had a favorite. A couch.
Not a wicked one.
Just one.
Big enough for just one.
Big enough for evasion.
Big enough for arms to detach from body.
Big enough for meat to turn
into stone.
Now, stone is what is sought.
Black.
Fierce.
Impenetrable.
A cheap size. Shaped like
a stone in a little
black dress.
Alone on a couch.
Alone and a Couch
by Maggie Mae
At first hunt, heart was sought.
Tender.
Blushed.
Simmering.
When heart was caught, it grew to expensive size.
An awkward shape in
a short skirt with naked feet searching for more,
or less.
It found a bed,
a bed,
a cot,
a couch,
a wicked couch,
a broken bed.
It had a favorite. A couch.
Not a wicked one.
Just one.
Big enough for just one.
Big enough for evasion.
Big enough for arms to detach from body.
Big enough for meat to turn
into stone.
Now, stone is what is sought.
Black.
Fierce.
Impenetrable.
A cheap size. Shaped like
a stone in a little
black dress.
Alone on a couch.
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