Come dear friend. It is to the Roman baths I go
With bottles of oils and liquors we can soak our ways
Scented with the poppy flower and the antique wine will flow
All the way to the cave room which is the ultimate phase
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There, I'll take this fly whisk and give you gentle pats
And rub the nape of your bosom with my soft appendages
Teasingly pulling with my teeth your hair which grows in mats
Setting myself deep within your lap in the final stages
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Friend, do not be shy. There is love among the sewer beasts
Look around you ! the copulation is rampant and wild
In these waters, drugged frenzy reigns and kisses are feasts
Four or five dozen are pregnant plugged with a flower child
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Drink the nectar of Morpheus. Take comfort with snake and with toad
Take it all in and be drunk as a button until you are without reserve
Take pleasure in the lessons that the mating slugs have showed
Exchange love fluids passionately, let others intimately observe
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And now my friend, I leave you thus. Made clean and renewed
We had our gentle time together but now i must depart
Stay longer if you wish, here among the other writhing brood
With your withering skin and mouthful of my salty tart

(cough)...eyes wide open....yes, I am stunned. This is almost to the scale of the purple bus stop flammer. Seriously though...slugs, snakes and toads? Well, I suppose it's an interesting contrast. Going for the attraction repulsion thing huh? Well, it's not the way I would do it, of course, I don't tell a plumber how to plumb cause I'm a carpenter...what can I say? Great talent, terrible paint colors.
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...oh yes ..yes ..yes! really tho, your poetry is exhilarating!
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Exceptional!! As always ;)