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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

More in MosquitoBytes Volume 03: Ensanguined Quiescence - 2005

Bizarre Desire

Amaranthine Fetish

Did I hurt you?
Was it the bindings
Taut against the flesh
Or perhaps the fire
Waxen on your breast
My dainty hands
As they forced their way inside
Or the cold burn
Of my tongue against your throat

Truly?

It was the love of which I spoke?

© 2005, Mosquitobyte

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