Chapter 42: 42 - Tongue-in-Cheek

Poems for Good MeasureWords: 354

Whispers and moans ring a bell raising hell

Naughty tidings from dusk 'til dawn they tell

Scissors and blades they train their lips on you

Bleed you and lick you till the hours turn blue

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Tongues breed below the bushes like wildfire

Sparks fly leave you dancing like a live wire

A grain of truth found you acting so shy

Salvation arriving to say goodbye