- Erotic Poetry
- Guitar and Horns
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I'm into the dark arts. There's peanut butter and jelly all over my Medicine Cards. I've been hexed and hoo-dooed. I think he thinks he's hypnotizing me with ding-bat tendencies. All talking about my music and playing the bass with lady fingernails. He said he needed a bath so I spat in his face. I'm on a roller coaster ride in the pants. I see him standing in all red, a guitar and horns. Those claws! My froth and contract. The puddle of me in the pad of my panties. I can't tell the difference between lust and love. The olfactory has fooled me again. I'll have to smell her perfume. Or imagine them dancing and playing hide and seek. Neither of us are Queen tonight.
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