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internal (written in a nut house)
sweeter than the refined blossoms of the poppies..
10 times as addictive..
the main line..
the internal release..
emptying from my stomach into hers..
and watching it empty from her folds..
down her legs..
like wax melting..
like honey dripping down..
it is divinity..
it is the divine..
10 times as addictive..
the main line..
the internal release..
emptying from my stomach into hers..
and watching it empty from her folds..
down her legs..
like wax melting..
like honey dripping down..
it is divinity..
it is the divine..
Published 6th Jan 2010
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Anonymous
7th Jan 2010 5:16am
The day you fail to both fascinate and sicken me with your perverse but potent art will be the day I give up poetry and become an accountant instead. The first sentence sounds a little like Sylvia Plath, whilst the rest has more in common with the Marquis de Sade, if he were living in these, our trouble times.
7th Jan 2010 6:20am
well I hope you dont' become an accountant anytime soon.. or else I'll know I've lost it.
7th Jan 2010 8:00pm
you have a way with words and how you actually put then together.. i don't know how to explain that..
but i like the way you see and describe things in your poetry =]]
but i like the way you see and describe things in your poetry =]]
7th Jan 2010 8:30pm
aw thx so much.. I wrote another one very similar to this one I may post.. I don't know though it's pretty much just saying the same thing just using a few different choice words :D
