Liquid shadow, swilling pantomime,
Lips hoisting bottle of haunts
And chills of imagination,
Vagabond spreads lust.
Traveler in quest, giving frights,
Words of the dark in my ever after,
Beginning in the vagina,
Cavern of the tempest storm.
Aberration of the genitalia,
Bequeathing my erection.
In cum, I sow my flowing butter,
On bread of her rising thighs.
In rant, I chant vagabond ooze,
Prose of the fornicator in my shoes,
Poetic nights, I mount the saddle,
In her cunt, my cock rattles.
Scribing ink, stanzas of ebony,
Copulations, I confess eeriness.
In truth the splatter, semen matter,
Liquid shadow, swilling pantomime.
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