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Before 'Morrow

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In my musty queue of cobwebs 
And mildew on old tomes,
A harpsichord mellows my feathered quill.
The taper's wick simmers in shadows. 

In darkness nest before 'morrow,
Masturbating between stanzas,
Swilling out sipping's of my chills. 
Stir not my truffles, I'm swizzling cum.

In longhand, I scroll copulation's amenities,
Weaving erotica on my mind's loom.
The pen the prick of my compose
And once upon a times.

In the well of my keep-away manse,
Gothic lore adorns my charming prose 
And liberties of my throbbing cock,
Offering my drippings.

Genuflecting before the altar cunt,
I give thee my tongue upon the clit, 
The gist of the kiss I bray.
Humming psalms.

In mime, my muse-succubus,
Whispering cheer in my ear. 
Dark aria for my yellowing pages 
and raptures to all, a fucking good fright.
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