pink goblets glisten
champagne damp kissing
deep pipes slip in
twisting crimson blushing brides
swollen shifting tides
blue sighs
high rise capstone
twin torrid moans
softens impaling trombone
milk cream weeps
sweet flowers sleep.
What has slithered up my insides
and is now resting in pieces?
The unknown’s tiny particles are
dispersed when
micturated. White, cotton balls of
muck!
Oh, pitiful, vulnerable, beautiful
lechery!!
Cause of the carnal side to
devour me –
inside out; lunching on the
gifts a woman is admired
for.
It is as if the
curvaceous tissue clutches the
wanton plague; as if it desires
a rest from matronly duties.
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