| Amour Propre; Corrompu The looking glass, a sideways glance you extend your empty neck; your fancy to watch as you delicately place his sweet morsels offered to wettened lips Dulcets never ever begged for inveigh your hour of loathing The voracious gape is fed; in perpetuum your fingers delicately placing each bite upon bite upon the tongue, piece by piece by conceited piece Quicksilver has it's way with you and the grimalkin swaggers In orgasmic propulsion; poetry serves the glutton; sweet delicacies arrive whole and spatter the fawning mirror; tainted with bile shalome � 2006 |
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