... Dispatches from Dante's 7th Circle:
4:15 a.m.
your talons tore at another's neck***
a feast of flesh
a
favored treat
that lack of brains
but the ego's sweet
pheromones permeated... the smell of ***
divergent innocence
with every flex
bring napkins now for that forbidden drip
as you lay satisfied with a bitten lip
***an index finger knew where to find you
pinky gravity, a room that's moon blue
thumb and pointer, begin to saunter
no ring to cover
just a middle, taunt her***
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 2:57 AM UTC
... Dispatches from Dante's 7th Circle:
4:15 a.m.
your talons tore at another's neck***
a feast of flesh
a
favored treat
that lack of brains
but the ego's sweet
pheromones permeated... the smell of ***
divergent innocence
with every flex
bring napkins now for that forbidden drip
as you lay satisfied with a bitten lip
***an index finger knew where to find you
pinky gravity, a room that's moon blue
thumb and pointer, begin to saunter
no ring to cover
just a middle, taunt her***
Lang Leav loves Michael Faudet, last I heard there was no third
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