a.k.a. honey

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a green dragon hoards her right shoulder blade
mad sock quoth the dragon guarding us
without a name, without a conscience in the darkened glade
contrived name, altered perception, it's synonomous
six piercings, two-tone hair, she glowers lace gothic
solid mash quoth those intense, brooding eyes
imagining an unpopulated twilight someplace tropic
my cheeks finding solace betwixt her soothing thighs
glimpsing constellations through the lulling sway of her hips
insane hammer quoth his pounding heart, blood coursing vein
beneath melodic breaths, I fell her pulsing with gently guiding fingertips
intimately smoldering, we'd share tears with the rain
whipsers of exotic perfume, follow life's vane or die null
quoth the verdant muse, clever lore, rage pole

� Caleb Andrew Walser 2002