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Sonnet to My Body (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


"A Sonnet to My Body"

My brown eyes are like chocolate kisses in the June sun
Melted milk chocolate with coconut or almonds
They are almost as sweet as my Honey Buns
(Google says no words rhyme with almonds)

My sexy man-lingerie makes me giggle and sing
My man lips could enflame The Human Torch
I would let myself massage my toffee-colored man body like a king
I’d fuck myself under the June moon on a manly porch

If only I were a newborn house fly on my wall
My compound eyes gaze at my naked hips as I lay
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, I vainly call
But I ignore myself, my wings stop, I die at the end of the day

But like a zombie my man scent brings me back
I find myself, I talk to me, and we fuck next to a bike rack

As a matter of fact my body needs four more lines
So, I look myself into my eyes and see all the glory
And me and myself smoke a cigarette throwing away all my parking fines
‘Cause the future of my body is worth more than a 18-line story

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