- Erotic Poetry
- Cookie Spread
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Her flesh, cookie spread,
Sweet crunch as the candle bled,
White tears on the very tips,
Of her fingers, then to her lips,
"Quiet!" He said, "The world will hear!"
She refrained though her loins seared,
As his hand gripped tight her neck,
All the world was devoid of light except one fleck--
A steel glint in his pupil shone,
(His other hand finds wet, now she moans),
He clamps harder around her throat,
She turns to ghost, now afloat:
Her heart beats up, her feet down.
His fingers slide in, her eyes down.
"Listen," he glistens,
This is a secret for the Far East.
This is secret for the Far West.
This is a secret for the Far North.
This is a secret for the Deepest South."
"Then let the four winds blow,"
Sings Fats Domino.
And surely they blow all the secrets in,
Coalescing in this iniquitous den,
The current of air spins her 'round,
So that his hardness meets her softest down,
His hands turn to arrows,
Which pierce her mouth and wrists like sparrows,
She collapses on his thrust,
The world turns blood, she tastes his rust:
IRON, FIRE, PRICKS, PROSE,
His cum travels up, making roots-- a rose.
They bloom,
Leaving drops of dark light on their lust, their tomb.
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