December 10, 2015
7.42 a.m.
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Spongy hair; spindly legs on skinny frame
Grey bright eyes, sometimes hollow and mostly dreamy
Spiky fingers, snaky little rascals capped by long flaky nails
Fluffy stomach, filled and full with last night’s meals.
Mellow, seductively appealing voice
Lips, full and wet with promises of sweetness found in places roundly precious
Cheeks cold, sleek and of smooth mould
Gentle to the touch, dangerous to the eyes which linger at its beauty’s hold.
All at the mercy of a pearly shaped heart, oozing blood
From a gash so deep, sore and freshly copped
A troubled soul, wandering lost in loony space
Lost in lust, forever trapped in cupid’s maze.
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Merci.
December 10, 2015
1.07 p.m.
