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The folded ways your eyes cave (Villanelle) by Shardik
With a bumper sticker that says depraved
Straps from your socks to your under wear
the folded ways your eyes cave.
Rear ending lies and flies and skies paved
me a brickroad, which, I dodged both pair
With throne whicker that claimed me gauntier.
You thought I was going to sell you some
stupid fucking Vilanelle about you again?
Huh, admit it! Ha, ha, guess what pppthtt...
Now for my grand finally, and what my writing
is really about, back to that strap that
guides me to your underwear, and believe me
When I say, "Guided home" and I deliver like a
tight bodied boxer, boxing your clitoris with my
thick tongue, yeah the one I clean my eyebrows.
With the folded ways your eyes cave, in when
and if I sweat my sticky fingers through your
mouth and rub the balls of my feet on the back
of your thighs and neck, fucking your tight ass.
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