How He Fell out of Interest with Her

June 16, 2014

The sinister sensuous signs creep up the body of the meek

to ripple the skin of those they seek to be readily ripe for

and over the head and down the hair, this girl is lovely

at to stare, the big brown eyes

two pools of black in which your heart will not stick

like to molasses so eagerly thick, and sweet,

and overly sweet; where the point which overconsumption

overwhelms all that was good about the bitch and

all of the sudden you had a thought that maybe

she was best left untouched so you couldn't ruin her taste

but then again,

maybe not

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