July 21, 2015
7:58 am
LaConda's Dream
Lick me
Taste me
Read my thoughts
Chew on the flavor
Of me
In your mouth
Love me
Hug me
Hold me tight
Make me
Your meal today
Maybe for brunch
And
Your dinner Tonight
Feel me
Use me
Do what you will
I am your sickness
You are my pill
From dawn
To dust
With the color of orange
At sunset rust
Drums of my heart
Beat like the storm
Blow in the wind
Your soul has
Touched me
Now
I'm reborn
Lick me
Touch me
Eat my
Ice cream
This is
My Vision
My Fantasy
My one of a kind
My fingerprint inking
My
LaConda's dream
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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