Let Christ’s vilest bride sate her night thirsts on my worst child

She’s in those tights fishermen like 

Eyes icy like Titan

Dress tight I like it 

Gonna take her like a Viking 

Choker; means she prefers a pipe diet 

Coking so extra perverse, leaning in close dirty words in the cloakroom

No sleep so we’re up with the early birds, toking off the moody blues.

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