Butch Femme · poetry

Here Tomorrow, Gone Today


Whoa..slow down..’cause you’re gonna be trippin’,

that girl snappin’ her fingers, she just don’t listen,

you’re drinkin’ her in like you just can’t sip,

but she’s shakin’ you so hard, gonna lose your grip,

you’re thinkin’ you can hold her lovin’ down,

but you hear her heels clickin’ all over town,

you think she’s workin’ it but she’s layin’ it down,

she’s a king wearin’ a painted on crown,

she puts on a smile like liquid charm,

says, hey baby, I don’t mean no harm,

come be the queen of my castle, number one,

the words drip off her wetted facile tongue,

she’ll make you believe, just one more chance,

you gotta beware when it’s just a dance,

don’t take those words as love and fate,

here tomorrow, gone today…


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