"Aces Always SticK"
Did my tricks in nineteen hundred forty-six.
Got kicks in fifty-six.
Shortly before 1964.
Whiskey sips in '66.
Pot sticks in 3006.
Ringing singing bell in a seven towards eleven in my mind's heaven.
Or is it hell's bells I hear up that stair?
Makes me break out in goosebumps and my hair stand in the air.
Is life good or just fair.
At you, I try not to stare.
Nothing can compare to your tenderness kisses care.
Not even a lightning storms electric flare.
I just sit on your bottom bare.
Where you see me there.
The stallion to a mare.
A peachy cheeky pear.
Lost in illusion's prayer.
By Jonathan Billet
01.16.2014
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