She was polishing her high-heel dragon tips off, <br />and moping up his need, there was a break down <br />in this place, and a man useing his hands, like a <br />hammer to a nail. <br />she felt like painted trash, and dressed in make <br />believe, there was a third sex here, but the perfume <br />was the same.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/high-heel-dragon-tips/
