Sudden neighbour
What are you doing here?
Hey ashtray head my house is not a
borrow lot.
You didn´t even ring the doorbell.
Your grin and humour are soot and snot.
I´m not crocadile dundee and this is not
the outback.
whipped cream and cotton wanting
You´ve made me supreme
through the fabric of envy.
You´ve whipped my creme only
now it´s frisky and mixed.
The softness of your desire
can still be felt like a cobweb
on your skin.
The cotton of your wanting
can only be described as wonton
picante.
I fit myself into a conceited suit
with a sheen.
Your mindless eyes follow my
path like little programmed machines.
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