thighs could care

In a trip down memory lane while cleaning out ye olde inboxe I ran across an email with the following poem written for me by a #perl psycho named Teratogen. While not originial in his psychosis, he was pretty creepy and hilarious at the same time. :) Wherever you are teratogen I hope you are getting some good drugs and psychotherapy.

*Teratogen* I never believed
*Teratogen* that breasts could plead
*Teratogen* was not aware
*Teratogen* that thighs could care
*Teratogen* never knew the touch of cool fire
*Teratogen* or that love could be
*Teratogen* so full of fury
*Teratogen* and yet so tender
*Teratogen* until you came to me
*Teratogen* on the eve of spring
*Teratogen* when the air was laden
*Teratogen* with the fragrance of rain
*Teratogen* and the scent of the wildflowers woven
*Teratogen* in your raven hair
*Teratogen* ‹fin›
*Teratogen* =)
*Teratogen* see?
*Teratogen* it wasn't that bad
*Teratogen* =)