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In the Cobs
Contributed by
SensitiveSoAbused
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Wednesday, 29th June 2005 @ 04:53:53 PM in AEST
Topic:
psychoticpoems
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In the Cobs
My toes are electric.
They twitch like Grandma
(I am sweaty
In all the wrong places.)
Fingers dancing like fire and you are on
me one with me inside you
The sky is Sex Dimensional
It rumbles and it clouds
They darken too far from
Vodka or Vanilla.
And lightning is your tongue
protruding from your mouth like
! hot with words !
I am very unimpressed with my mouth
It is bleeding like vomit all over your smooth pale breasts and
i itch in silent places while you whisper.
I stick and I poke
I use your thighs like yesterday.
In the damp insides of cornfields
In the cobs.
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Re: In the Cobs
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by bobotheclown on
Wednesday, 29th June 2005 @ 11:14:16 PM AEST
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Oooh yes this filled me with intense joy. I
didn't get it but it was very interesting
nonetheless. Glad to see you back buddy.
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