Friday, October 5, 2007

finger fucked cake

a shot
uncomposed
no retake
a cake that
pleaded
without
her oven
her burnt mitten
it would not be baked
a thirst that even
cyberemetic love cannot slake
a magician and a mandrake
orgiastic poetry almost a fake
what is milk if it does not shake
masturbative melody on her swan lake
predestined folly of falling in love unawake
me my heart impaled on a stake..
a new heart that only she and no god can remake
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