The Ballad of Tom Gently

Softly the caress of a fingertip

Caught against the burn of a cigaret

He licks the toe eying her patiently

Waiting for her soul…


As She rubs against the key

Singing her moan gently

While he works his tongue calmly against the nail

Biting her to keep her awake…


As so goes the life of Tom Gently

A man of the world and yet

His globe confined to these 4 bed posts

His sea spread out before him…


About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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