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**his body is bread, made of dough kneaded through generations she knew.                he sensed her cannibalistic  urge, even before, from her irregular breath, now, under her garter belt half untied he feels                a knife. he knew she was the exquisite red wine matured in the      wooden barrels in darkness of time,       found only  on the table angels dine. her blood red intoxicates even from a distance, he desired the sweet and sour of her tender flesh, goosebumps infest like pox when he closes his eyes and imagine licking clean the chalice                          filled with her. The jealous moon looking down at them, from her high perch whisper: "You are made for each other no doubt"**
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Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 3:32 AM UTC
Bread and wine
**his body is bread, made of dough kneaded through generations she knew.                he sensed her cannibalistic  urge, even before, from her irregular breath, now, under her garter belt half untied he feels                a knife. he knew she was the exquisite red wine matured in the      wooden barrels in darkness of time,       found only  on the table angels dine. her blood red intoxicates even from a distance, he desired the sweet and sour of her tender flesh, goosebumps infest like pox when he closes his eyes and imagine licking clean the chalice                          filled with her. The jealous moon looking down at them, from her high perch whisper: "You are made for each other no doubt"**
k-balachandran
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Indian
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 3:32 AM UTC
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