
artwork by Francesca Strange
It was that pair of boots
Battered and bruised
That made me realise
I needed to have you,
Not the whispering touch
Of a finger crossing my back
Or the growing bulge
Of frustration and want.
But the coarse leather
And fraying laces,
That only a man
Who has bit on the thick
Belt of life, with
Bleeding teeth
And a bleeding ego
Would dare to don.
Give them to me young, ambitious
And stupid
And I’ll spit them out, like
Chewed out rubber toys,
But give me a man
Who knows better than
To be gentle, and
Fucks like he knows
You will not be
His last.
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Fucking hell. Tony was right about socks being blown off. Well penned.
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Wow! Great debut, Francesca; both image and text. Welcome aboard. 😊
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Francesca, welcome to the Hijacked family!! And what a fantastic first post, spoiling us with a poem and artwork- you are one talented lil lady. Looking forward to your next post. Xx
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Stunning. Loves it. Art and words. Welcome. 🙂
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That only a man / has bit on the / thick belt of life
HELL TO THE YEAH! WORDS TO GO TO WAR OVER!
Great work!
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