There’s only one thing missing in my life
It’s not the outside
since I only care about the inside now
It’s safer in there
It’s always sunny with a few clouds and a crow or two
They usually bring good luck
All the memories are inside as well
Like the one about Chaplin and The Kid
Mozart’s unrequited Requiem
The Taming of the Shrew and Hamlet
My muse who’s moving from the Moon
to Tasmania in Australia
There’s plenty of Sun there
But there’s always that one thing missing in my life
That wonderful thing
The most awesome of things
No I’m not referring to the pussy
though it came close at second place
The one thing missing in my life
is carbs
I mean flesh
Human flesh
Woman flesh
Only her flesh
The only flesh there is
The flesh of my dreams
Anthi’s flesh
My muse’s words
Her words even contain pussy
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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