I sleep with a loaded Beretta,
In case of a brutal awakening.
Hold it right there!
You in the darkness,
my bedroom is a dangerous place.
I’ve seen blood in here before,
none of it mine.
Some shed in love, some not,
but all dangerous none the less.
Filed under Outlaw poetry, poetry
Tagged as Beretta, Guns, sex
Provocative, and I like it.
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