Non-Erotic PoetryTorn ChaptersSlap her ass.
You gotta see this.
She dresses up like a mime.
Stripes elastic.
Tongue fucks the dictionary.
Then cunt to page.
Heavy breath and torn chapters.
Moist dog ears and wet spines.
Barks a howl.
Fist to floor.
Spreads eagle then unconscious.
I told you, bruh, it does weird things to her.
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