You asked me to dance. Hauiling to you closer
With your sharp flashing, amber coup d’oeil
Slicking to me voloptously with your limber frame
Heaving your hand lusciuosly on your squirming chase
Luxuriating the petit bend
Pillows between my breasts.
You carved with mirrormordant knife
Under my blossompetal skin
My parfumedelicate flesh opened out slowly
Screwing, slicing up carefully
My lungs’ two mellow nerved leaves
Playing on my hearts’ violin
Songs, sauterne, frantic
Tearing the bow of my blood vessels
The pulsing, beating instrument
Screeched, squilled and trembled
Until the bowls were raptured
By her master’s voloptous vapours.
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