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Vichyssoise, then murder (Free verse) by horus8

You are an eager travel agent away from meeting your maker. One phone call closer, unaware, it's your game show eyes that will let me get up and over you. Inches from your face, you can smell the salt from my lips & pores. We both will 'be', for hours, days. The love & work of an honest man's will. You'll keep well refrigerated, yet awakening too. If I can keep my temper down and your tolerance high. The mess will be worth cleaning up. I will serve yours' cold & repeated.

god'swife 30-Jul-03/4:13 PM
I don't know Darkie, but those quotation marks of yours look pretty derisive from here. Oh, it's just like old times only with serial numbers, tootles I got to go cash my paltry pay-check.




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