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                                                                                 you're
                                                                               all1
                                                                             1sweated out collection
                                                                           of ink and flesh
                                                                         i love that quivering
                                                                       that smell and quaver
                                                                         that pile of thighs and
                                                                           lips.they snarl and fidget
                                                                             under the corded
                                                                               symphony o' me
                                                                             and stifled nocturne
                                                                           fast and rushing slowly
                                                                         down your neck and cheek
                                                                       crumples my pink set mouth
                                                                         from which i breath
                                                                           a corpulent giddy roar
                                                                             into your pond
                                                                               scattering across you
                                                                                 such ripples
                                                                               dearly i
                                                                             do that
                                                                           totally painful beauty things
                                                                         (a doe thing pretty
                                                                       which like you
                                                                     is just)