the center

i see the end of the nature in man

the becoming of woman

feeding the end of the earth in orgasm

tasting the wet in sexual intraction, not if


fill my mouth with your savor much like your savior


cream to the melody of the sound elect, it never had anything to do with your erect


taste me, touch me, feel me but do not


you framed my ecstacy in tidal phrase, i think not


phrase my orgasm you putrid man

you disgust me with your animal frame, desire in hand


find the pink cord that strums like the tongue of a humming bird

the sting of a bee will make me spree, did you learn?


i think not... i am a little girl chasing butterflies and answers to his lies --- daddy

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