A thick river of pure ecstasy,
Running down my gasping throat.
A warm, sugary delight,
That engages the mind.
Molten bubbles of brown,
Burst forth from the surface.
Thick, liquid dreams,
Run into shaped rooms.
Icy breath cools the heat,
Freezing life into it.
Solid cubes of pleasure,
Sent to the world.
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Written July 6th, 2006
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"A thick river of pure ecstasy,
Running down my gasping throat."
My god I want chocolate!
How was your first day Trav? You looked so nervous! Sorry I didn't say goodbye, didn't want to disturb you! Take care my Pug, this poem was orgasmic! :-P
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AHAH!! welli think you should have kept you're last poem on here.. it was after all written by a master,
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Hmm I find this oddly disturbing.
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WOW love it good writing keep it up
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