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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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A Simple Solution

Just some more doodles from my pen....

Struggling to eradicate

the atmospheric blanket

stagnating the oxygen

that my lungs try to filter.

 

Limbs choke at the lack

of purity

being pumped through

arteries that mutiny,

I stumble...

A determined mind

regains control,

I stand

to place my own

                                          searing brand.

Burning the feel of me

into every nook and cranny

of the space

in which he

lives.

 

 

My orgasm

permeates the place

with an aroma

that will linger

long after my departure.

It will instill itself

and

remain forever.

Comments

Alcuin of York - on Sep. 5 2007

Dear me... This needs lotsa, lotsa rewriting.

Alcuin


Rene - on Sep. 5 2007
No argument there! That is why I come here, for suggestions and such....
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Rene'


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