I wrote these back in 1975. Just fooling around the other day it occurred to me to maybe do an update, after all, it's 35+ years later and the gangs all grown up, the Lizzard's out of the joint doing community service, and myself,
I'd like to figure out what ever happened to the young babe.
Would you care to know what happened to everyone? Let me know, maybe I'll fritter away another day of my life and type up some final sequel episode.
Here they goes . . . .
Let me know what you think!
Jimmy
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Lizard Lust
By Jim O'Reilly
June 1975
Frightened girl
Into the night.
Runs from a world
Of lost delight.
Needs to lose
Mother’s ways.
Wants to live
Future days.
Storefronts tell her she’s insane .
The mask she wears can’t cover pain,
She runs to hide from hissing rain.
Dazed in a motel she awoke.
From the mirror a way was spoke
For her madness to be broke.
The mirror saw that she was young
& told this to the lizard’s ear.
Mother’s ways should be repressed
& for the Lizard she must be dressed.
Snakes of pearls round her neck
Crawling over a lizard vest
That follows curves on her breast.
Before the event she must rest
If she’s to be the lizard’s best.
Something is scratching on the door.
The Lizard is here to make a score.
Little girls need this lizard love.
Which human skill can’t rise above
Little girls live for Lizard charm
And Lizard lust can do no harm.
LOOK!
He is coming in!
His soft, cool,
Moist Lizard skin.
But, Ohhhh . . . .
He is so . . . .
Slow . . . . .
Lizard eyes speak sweet surprise.
Lizard body curls to soft sighs.
Passion grows with each slow moving.
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Lizard Lust Continued
Out of their Strange madness
They could not have sensed
The voyeur in ecstatic delight
Who was not watching for the shadow
At the edge of dawn
Let us go!
We’re almost gone!
The priest paid the motel rent.
To Lizard prison our friend went.
To a convent the girl was sent.
The voyeur promised he’d repent.
The voyeur left for home,
With a smile.
They’ll be back,
In just a while.
By Jim Reilly, 1975.
