Today, I am wearing pink underwear
Covering pink flesh
Pink fingers touch pink flesh
Pink flesh feels particularly pink
Thinking about pink things
Thinking about pink tips
Sensitive pink heads
Spurting white into pink
Making pink babies
Pink hungry pigs
Wanting pink food
Pink tips, pink flesh
Take your pick of pink

Pink flowers in the garden
Bees pollinate in pink skies
Making more pink strokes
Back in my pink underwear
With my pinkies

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A/N: Written on August 27, 2003. I was a beginner poet at the time, but I figured I would share anyway.

Everyone knows I’m a bad itch
I have a problem because I’m such a bitch
Bring it on
I don’t give a damn what you say
I know I’m the biggest bitch of them all
Hey baby, I love you, but I can’t stop being a bitch
You know you’re the most important thing to me
I’m here to haunt your life
And yet I love you
I want to tie you to a tree
Make love to you
I know I’m a sinner
I know I’m a bad itch
But I can’t stop thinking of you
You keep swirling
I was okay until you came along
You’re a bad itch I can’t scratch

Xara Nahara O’Connor

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The reviews on Youtube of Elk City Campgrounds, Oklahoma don't tell you that the bottom of the woman's shower is filthy, and the wind is beyond wild (50 mph). Our van doors were about to blow off.

Just keep that mind.

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Xara Nahara O'Connor

Xara Nahara O'Connor

I write decently well and know a thing or two about psychology. I’m also an artist at heart, but I can barely draw. I'm chipped because I lost my cats in a move