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Unchainmailed
She let me watch her removing her armour Each buckle proved an arousing trial Her nudity’s beguiling book, a Ulysses type Guileless, we’d lie untiring A reed-tied brook nearby Dreaming in purply, Caesary pie I would not wish to move but do not know that I could A pleasant bind, finding oneself tied, finding we…
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Lifting a stone
Have you ever feared Like a pious does The devil’s appearance What a click might reveal? I winced, expecting that dulling instant My mind has kindly hinted in whispers Since I crossed that wicked isthmus. Bones tossed skittered across a rot-crusted bin lid I read what they say and meaningtake, but who is it fatemakes?…
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Stoneiric
Spliff’s a wit pilferer But in the end Wit’s a lead silverer; Gold foil a pleb Calling King Warbeck Perkin Does not a king empurple; It is more than jerkin and assertiveness makes a lord. Eyes red as a sharkattack patch, or post-wristslap which veins inhabit I am whisked back to every ungallant attack I…
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Clothed
If you only came over Hoping against hope To see me without clothes I fear it’s sad you’ll walk home For my name in the old phonebooks Is the cloakhook tyrant, Fortycoats!
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Hotpushy
Such shoving energy her look throws She gets to take the lift alone whenever she goes. She does not rush. Not to here, not to home. Flows Liffeylike. Her wake’s a rose tide My nose tight Her scent ladylike. An oily rain, sideways For lens her tights Lend me your elements and I will make…
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