A Little Aliteration

Meaning? Maybe so maybe Not necessarily. Know any Good jokes? Good job! Golly gee Whiz! Whatever. Where were we? Reality runs rampant wrecking Balls bring blues. Big bold brilliant blues, baby Teeth talking trash, telling Lies lazily, longingly, lusciously licking Wounds. Whoa! Where were we? Cautiously coming closer claiming Deepening desire devilishly drawing Semi-circles, selectively seductive, sensuous spirals of Expectant exposure, expertly extinguished at the First flash of fear or feeling foolish about feeling Well, well. Where were we? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is the third poem I posted on Soup. Was the fourth po that I'd ever written that wasn't for a grade.