Author: speakeasy-love PM
you’re the one that gets under my skin, infects me. causes my cells, to multiply, too fast . you fucking cancerRated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Poetry - Words: 193 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-23-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2650529
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Michael has been on my mind lately,
(that's mostly due to Jonny though…)
or that could just be an excuse…
I miss him. that I am aware of. I want sex.
I forgive his features, the everlasting blond that is him,
and partook, instead, of anything else I could get my hands on.
(that's a lie, I wanted. it. all)
your torn abdomen reveals you,
your guts slip out, and I see your true color.
Humbert -Michael-, you are not green, or orange, or any of my colors.
you are maroon.
hastily, you refill.
jonny puts you on my mind Humbert Humbert.
he's got me saying your name, (in all the ways you like)
he's got me thinking, of all the things I like (in me).
you're the one that gets under my skin, infects me.
causes my cells, to multiply, (too fast). ((you fucking cancer))
Jonny, he sings the blues. but he's no Humbert.
whenever jonny's playing in my head,
your on my mind.
so tell me, Humbert Humbert where did you sleep last night?
[Humbert: the man lover of our dear Lolita.]