Just to wear
Another bikini
Bottom.
Just to feel
Another bare
Back.
Just to fake
Another French
Kiss.
Just to wear
Another tiny
Piece.
Just to feel
Another rub
Down.
Just to fake
Another sleeveless
Heart.
Just to pass
Another dirty
Dollar.
Just to feel
Another day
In the sunshine.
Without my life
In my hands.
Or my hand
On my heart.
About Me
- Leila Rousseau
- Constant complainer, effervescent explainer, road rager, mostly moody, joke laugher, make believer, neverender, air breather and happy if you allow me. This is the incomplete scrapbook of Leila Rousseau's modernly artistic scrapings. Nothing is clear and nothing is really here. We can't all be inspired, and we can't all be interested. Be humble to knowledge, as it will always be greater and more fierce than ego and explanation. Everything here is my own, but I wonder whose I am. So I could pass on the credit, when I might make someone giggle, a little.
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