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Click hereIf I were pickled by the nub of love
A frigging girl who took me for a ride
Stole through her laws dissevering my estranged sting
of the bread tickle as the struggle strove
Stole it to catch a giggle from my tongue
I shouldn't bare the battle nor the blood
Nor the glad bud of making
Shall it be stale your tale?Say the harbingers
That stalk the mean girls for their ken
I shouldn't bear the butting din of love
if I were skittled by puffed enamours
Searching heartbeat on an oar-edged swerve
I wouldn't fear the null in the groin
Nor the sullen rave
this is intense, graphic and I love the words you chose for the descriptions, I truly enjoyed this poem, it was an enjoyable exercise for my brain, which I needed today---thank you :)