Fattened with gratification
You ooze emerald and avidity
The sweat beads are plummeting from your thick brow
They splatter, oily and pearlesque with fruitful intention
Crevasses between rolls milky in touch and stench
You’re a sick pig of satisfaction…
Soon enough your eyes will blacken and your flesh will flay
funny enough, i was in an elivated state of happiness when i wrote this...
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Your writing just keeps getting better and better - poetry may really be your thing !!!
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