regurgitation hallmark

putrid pulsing passion poetry
of peach nectar
and silken fuck rods
puddled in pink hearts
under some harvest moon
of perfection
teasing pert nipples under
see through chemises
and cloth trapped swords of love
have I mentioned lust yet?
it will come
like every love poem ever written
without feeling, just words
printed mechanically
on a candy heart
be mine
4-ever yours
and love me with the heat
of a thousand suns
Ride off into the sunset
with me...
Sail away
with me...
no really, let’s take a holiday
just the two of us.
I’ll be the one with the fever
puking out this tripe