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Slug Sculpture
By Felicity B. on July 1st 2009, early evening.on topic Poem Generators
poem generator;
he will flee through those bourbons
we are autosexual arranging
they couldn't master
i am plunging these rivers
you fight my powers
she should couple slowly
cunnilinguses slave the sweat
your arms beside the throat
letters can't crap through
the hung
you are magazines
my low skinny cream
that is coughing throughout
i chop your bottles
brawling i am
you couldn't tease past
impatient engines won't masticate sadists
drunk phlegm
he is stealing
banal puke
my take;
this masochist sister
i cry in your head you left
the bed
Out you went; swagger slam
i collected your plastic, man
green scent of dead apples, smoking
molten sat in our garden and
burned
all my fingers
blistered these lips and twisted
those bottles
i smelled of your love
i tasted of your tongue
drunk on the fumes of shaping your heart
huge, stand alone, full of holes
the slugs came with the rain
to sip at the cider and
slip moist sun soaked quiet
away from my beaks
a tweak and i trapped them
standing back with
appraisal,
this animate portrait of love
resembles us.
you double faced bastard, a punch and a kiss
a fist full of beating acrid sweet
incontinent scent you meant what you told me?
i love you, i leave you
oh pull me down gently
oh pull me down gently
the last thing i said.
he will flee through those bourbons
we are autosexual arranging
they couldn't master
i am plunging these rivers
you fight my powers
she should couple slowly
cunnilinguses slave the sweat
your arms beside the throat
letters can't crap through
the hung
you are magazines
my low skinny cream
that is coughing throughout
i chop your bottles
brawling i am
you couldn't tease past
impatient engines won't masticate sadists
drunk phlegm
he is stealing
banal puke
my take;
this masochist sister
i cry in your head you left
the bed
Out you went; swagger slam
i collected your plastic, man
green scent of dead apples, smoking
molten sat in our garden and
burned
all my fingers
blistered these lips and twisted
those bottles
i smelled of your love
i tasted of your tongue
drunk on the fumes of shaping your heart
huge, stand alone, full of holes
the slugs came with the rain
to sip at the cider and
slip moist sun soaked quiet
away from my beaks
a tweak and i trapped them
standing back with
appraisal,
this animate portrait of love
resembles us.
you double faced bastard, a punch and a kiss
a fist full of beating acrid sweet
incontinent scent you meant what you told me?
i love you, i leave you
oh pull me down gently
oh pull me down gently
the last thing i said.
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