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Eccentric
By
adagio_sabadicus

Eccentric

Tags: erotic

In my sanctum and my all about me,
My whisperers follow my shadows
As if spirits within my habitat strolling. 
I'm hailed as an eccentric, pinching tush.

As I ramble, wearing my sanity,
On my lapel I pin white roses.
Cravat and chapeau, carrying a cane,
High top shoes and argyle socks. 

The poet with dust, I sprinkle prose,
Of gigolos, maidens and a few pimps.
Sometimes having conversations,
Like an old piano, I tighten my strings. 

On wings of phantoms, I create chills,
Like mystic trolls, beneath bridges I pass,
Creating illusions of knee-licker's praying. 
Kicking stones and broken bones.

With stanzas and paragraphs of musk I write,
My cock ticking like a methadone on steroids
As I swallow my anxiety pill.
The cuckoo of my clock, breaking a spring. 

Tits of fine china I polish with my lips
As if cum I drool on porcelain.
Masturbating, sipping my nightly swill,
Garnished with my swollen liver.

Composing lust on hallelujahs and thorns,
Grasping my cock like a mythical horn,
Like an old piano, I tighten my strings.
In my grandeur, poetic porn.

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