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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.
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