Locket Love
locket love
your tender caress
leaves me
in urgent duress
for I'm parched
so
thirsty for more
each time we part
my engine powers up
like a NASA space rocket
counting down
till that orgasmic
blast off time
four
three
two
one
shoot me off to
the moon after you lift off
my heart
was tucked
deep inside
your blue
denim pocket
from the
moment
you gave me
my first gold
locket with
your picture
inside
so you could
ride along
being strung
on my gold chain
only to
be near my
heart box
even when we
are physically apart
your golden locket
is apart of me
now
reminding
me who
carries my
heart in their
blue jean pocket
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