' Lechery '

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Magical fingertips,

upon mouth, delectable menacing word grips,

path broken where feet constantly trip;


a memory

carries inside mine head deep,

following for hours even penetrating sleep,

tracing through vessels like rooting trees;


lie horizontally for a better part of one century,

distasteful parts from repulsive lechery,

one of two takes point: mine mind eventually takes it leave,

embarking new reveries -

or pale dose's disspell inciters towards moons' trajectory.


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