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On August 17, 2010 © Stani. All rights reserved
Minutes down the drain
Plumbing done for so fleeting gain
Uptime, blood rush
Head thick, throbbing body engorged.
Seconds, minutes, time stands still
Swimming in pink juicy tides
Settled between twin peaks
Rocked to and fro within giant waves.
Gold services, gold member, underhand passes
Out of the way stops,
Romps, bumps and grinds
False road to utopia.
Taste the forbidden
Fireworks in the wind
Culmination of messages sent and received.
Those left behind to pick up the pieces,
Clinging on to dreams long lost
No impaling, no thrusting.
Moaners and groaners
Through and through
No winners, only losers
In this game of deceit.