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The Truth Of Things

there's a randomness that �
comes as it goes �
nudging my definition in � �
reckless throes �
down the slope of your hidden cuntry �
be it prose..sonnet...haiku in motion �
you always get me in � �
every grade of manifestation �
every shade i parade before you �
you siphon jewels from my jaded thrusts �
face down ass up...propped properly � �
there's prophecy languishing in �
the chastity of your soul �
your glistening grail tells me the tale �
i just have to dig a little deeper �
to decipher the difference between your charity �
and your philanthropy �
you speak on so many levels �
so i have to philosophize � �
phallic movement and verbal conjecture �
reading between eyes and thighs �
fucking you...feeling exactly where you are �
taking all of you while � �
taking nothing for granted �
i give you my passion....my pompousness �
my poetry and my porn �
adorn your depths with libations �
of explicit literature scripted in raunch � �
synchronizing your sex sexuality and sexiness � �
into one nation under my groove.. �
proving to you that �
my shadows have no doubts �
they want as i want �
to binge-fuck you...watch you unhinge from � �
your shackles of congeniality �
and show me how � �
you really like to get down �