it must be a *****
(waiting on Railroad
  )for a candy and some
sugar waiting
for the
elated drop of sublime
queasy night
to squeeze her cold
*** between the eyes
of men
(who might like socks
                                       wear her for while
                                                           ­               and grin doing) they might deliver
                                                         ­                                              a little jangle and
                                                             ­                                          noose to hang her
                                                             ­                                          mind dangling
                                                        ­                                               between the buds
                                                            ­                                           of poppies or a
                                                               ­                                        a hot oblong glass rock ******>                                                             ­                                                                 ­                           K
                                                               ­                                                                 ­                              i
                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                         n
                                                               ­                                                                 ­                                g

crinkle dust
up on
           lashes frail
those mercurial onyx
splinters o' your sharp
eyes
        you catch me
looking at you from
the back of
                    the room
you catch me onyour
sharp eyes
                   grinning
a slutty rictus
                        you cut
a sharpness out the air
with them
                   green shards

somewhat i
am a spacious blade

with infinite
thrusting prowess

into the
cool fist o' mystery

and run
it hot bleeding

newly first pressing flesh
your firmly enamor
(thighs and cheeks)
you dangerous and
clean beveled dainty
stuff
        
         you're the very
eatage o' devils and
god

.                                                l
                                                   i
                                                 k
                                                      e

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                                                                   a
                                                                        t
            
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                                                                      u
                                                                                s
      
                                                                          t keenly nick me baby
                                                                            with 'em sharp and lovelies
                                                                            black painted and sharpies
                                                                            like
                                                        t
                                                          h
                                                        a
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                                                                            s
                                                                             t  oh!

.                                                                        like stars

                                                                         first nubile pins against darkness

                                                                         subtly quavering against darkness

                                                                         i tread amongst your hair over

                                                                         mountains i quickly unsheathe

                                                                         my soul and touch, by lewd drunk

                                                                         fingers, just the canny ribbons

                                                                         of your spine and cambered

                                                                         in my palm it does exactly the

                                                                         very painful beauty thing

beautiful explicit female thing
you're so
                  OWE
                             and so
                                           OH
you do pretty little painful
noises(and glad noises too)
when i pluck you darling
(your roundest strings perfectly)
and i engender a moist electric
current burst writhing from
the casual promenade of
your lascivious betweenknees
my hands glide smoothly
into cresting heaps of heaven