The Edge Of Perfect Death

The Edge Of Perfect Death

I met her running down the alley… Sirens blaring on the street

She had tools up front and behind… And a trap between her thighs

She didn’t need to say much… To make me want to lick and touch

She said running from the police… Sure makes a wild girl Thirsty

After drowning in liquid courage… I asked with slurred verbiage

Tell me all about youuuuu… Please don’t spare an ounce of truthhhh

She said go ahead and quote me… Here’s what I believe about me

I don’t believe in panties and bras… I don’t believe in gun laws

I don’t believe in slow rides… It’s just a form of slow suicide

I don’t believe in the need for jails… Or in the need for gates at hell

I don’t believe in wedding rings… Or degrees from liberal universities

I don’t believe in psychiatry… Or witchcraft called psychology

I don’t believe in long relationships… Or having sex without whips

I don’t believe in long kisses… Or leaving behind unburned bridges

I do believe in pushing wild sex… To the edge of perfect death

I do believe I’m unpredictable… And men are simply disposable

Yeah… Men should spend time… With a women that blows their mind

That was about when… A dozen cops came busting in

The judge believe I lied… And called me the getaway guy

So now I’m doing 5 To 9… With her cluttering my tangled mind

With her tools up front and behind… And a trap between her thighs

Wishing we could have sex… On the edge of perfect death









High Desert Sky
Texas Style Songwriter
And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy





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