Black Widow

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5068]

Her breath shakes me uneasy
Her stare of death makes me queasy

Trapped in a web of deceit
An ebb of consummation mapped for meat

A beauty she belied
A rotten inside begotten
She tried to hide

She
She sucked it out of me
Plucked
Until there was nothing left
But apathy

A skeletal frame devoid of dust
Her game I couldn’t avoid
I couldn’t trust

One of many
Plenty more
She lays in wait
Like a trap-door

BLACK WIDOW

[BubParticipant 1411]

Beautiful man….

Just rolling down the road

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5068]

Bub wrote:

Beautiful man….

I agree.
I tell you what Bro. I will emulsify that quoffadile sow, giving it Charlie Big Potatoes in a microscopic culpability.
You what he had the audacity to say to me? He said, “Why have you a Goose on your head?” I acidly retorted, BRAAAAAAAAAA!

[BubParticipant 1411]

I prefer to bend ‘em over a chair and use a long stroke…..

Just rolling down the road

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5068]

Bub wrote:

I prefer to bend ‘em over a chair and use a long stroke…..

I desire to see you in action. Poetry in motion, slapping the arse and riding the waves like an ocean.

[Gravel PitParticipant]

Though lovers be lost, love shall not.
And death shall have no Dominion

-Dillan Thomas

[Branched offParticipant 10969]

Hi Colin, Good to see you on good form. So are you walking on past the spider’s web or are you still struggling in one that belongs to that crack head?

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[HermitParticipant]

Branched off wrote:

Hi Colin, Good to see you on good form. So are you walking on past the spider’s web or are you still struggling in one that belongs to that crack head?

This being a poem from March, I’d say he was maybe a little stronger back then……maybe…… He is now weak and struggling. If the toothless unicorn would call him and speak sweetly to him, he’d float off to be with her and buy her drugs and watch her suck off other men for money. He’s a mess.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5068]

Branched off wrote:

Hi Colin, Good to see you on good form. So are you walking on past the spider’s web or are you still struggling in one that belongs to that crack head?

The pontificating pretentious poet yet still slithers to the forbidden fruit.
Found out some little details about D today……she still hasn’t contacted.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5068]

Hermit wrote:

Branched off wrote:

Hi Colin, Good to see you on good form. So are you walking on past the spider’s web or are you still struggling in one that belongs to that crack head?

This being a poem from March, I’d say he was maybe a little stronger back then……maybe…… He is now weak and struggling. If the toothless unicorn would call him and speak sweetly to him, he’d float off to be with her and buy her drugs and watch her suck off other men for money. He’s a mess.

That I was my oreo shaped friend.
I am a quaking pitiful shell of a homo-erectus.
It’s all moot anyway. She won’t contact. So that’s that!

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