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Tightening My Sphincter

Wistful longing night winds
tightening my sphincter
itching in my anal glands
with erotic bliss

My wife dying in her whimsy
with a grin of a harlequin
her breath of cold dead
sweet bouquet of decay

Trussed up like StarKist
in her patched-up flesh
that had been left in the sun
as she gesundheit

Rolling the mice in her cunt
as she puts on the squeezy
like a game of Parcheesi
jumping my bollocks

Now pickled in my semen
like an embryo of the dark
wistful longing night winds
tightening my sphincter





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