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Spite Of Myself

Tags: erotic, dark
In spite of myself
and vermin,
and in good taste.
I prefer women
after sunset
in shadows. 

Succulent breasts
for pillows.
Beneath willows
and green ivy.
Sucking teat. 

My talons tickling,
rambling on soft thighs.
Seeking the petals. 
Their sweet nectar of cunt, 
I feast. 

Questing for Rubenesque 
and flesh.
To pose upon my dais
as my cock scribes.
Pictures in words
of eternal love.

Lips kissing her nape.
Moans of her raptures
and in good taste.
I prefer women,
until something else
tickles my fancy.
Cunt candy
for Adagio.

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