BAREFOOT
my soul is slipping away
Wednesday, 4 January 2012
you are the real poet, my love...
The lovely creature I would so treasure
and feast myself deep on her tender thigh,
I would drink of her red blood full measure,
then howl till the
night went by..
PMcL
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