SupremeDreamer29 Apr 2004

The many wonders, sensations, and assorted smells of the almighty twat & its effect 'pon slithering snakes make for good readin anyday- really liked this stanza:

"My spent seed gumming up a future in you
Worshipped, your insight smells of old blood."

If I'm not mistaken, couldn't this be labeled a ghazal? Anyway, blessed with nine.