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"Corners"
by DaddyO
Racing around the corners of her physique
I notice how she's crooked near the insidious edge.
Deviously she stays detached
by hiding her familiarity behind a cloak of cabaret.
Broken passion hungers to escape
but not knowing romantic technique,
she keeps wantonly exposing her shamelessness.
She speaks the language of vipers.
Her words become lethal instruments
that attack logic and sound judgement
with an offensive assault on the flesh-
Not nails tearing through skin
pink with bright red highlights,
but the flesh of sinful nature.
She's mastered fetish biblically,
natural like the costume she wears.
Her leather and chains jerk not at respect...
and her piercings dig through to the core of my soul...
and her fangs only show when she smiles...
and her tattoos indelibly erase innocence...
and her cinnamon blood liberally flows
fluorescent with life...
and her mascara-shaded eyes
sparkle like ripples on the black lagoon...
and her dance, oh her dance...
of perfection and grace
is to the pulsating rhythm of my shuddering tremble
mixed with an electronic acidic ensemble
of music and sex and lasciviousness incarnate.
She takes my eyes and rolls them like marbles
from her head to her toes,
racing them around the corners of her physique...
