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Why should I blame her that her pelvis
beckons to me like violent chocolate,
Her loose skirt ready to fall off like a
spent beast of prey in order to reveal,
a new world as dear as they come....
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I am proclaiming that
these lips of spring, that
kiss among the beasts,
slowly now bud, those
lips speechless, that
drip the honey waters
from your flowing mouth,
which sings sweet, swift
hymns of praise for you
and me.
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Suddenly I saw her and cried,
before I\'m old I shall have written
her one poem, as cold and passionate,
as the dawn hitting her backside and
breasts, hands on her spartan hips,
attracting my feverish attention, as I
howled into this nightly nest.
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The ALIEN: Part Seven
