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The Scarlet Woman

scarlet haught
queen of mirth
dog fuck
drooling jewelry red splits
pulled by a chariot
of six hundred million house cats
dissembling for freaky insertions
of scarlet bud flowers uterine tube
breath of spit
while ballet toes kiss fingers and tongues
glazing thickly tides sweat
bamming greased anus

Christ whore
"once upon a never more"
bi-sexed up
cunt twitch glistening holes
drizzle fish
in red tents overturned
for fabulous blowjobs
and angelic labia's
flirty dance the come fuck me

her throat a never ending squealed gullet
sublime Madonna of Oor
bare thighed and pulpy spread
scissor strokes and stride
wagging tongue for rosy oleo sticks
and cunt pastry rectums pulled tight
in lop sided temples of split flesh

another ambulance to the emergency fuck ward
in a dreamland of leggy nurses

sacred fig of Freyja
Goddess to cock toys
and pretty pretty who go that way
hocus opus poke and stir
freckle face jism mouth
a lapping menagerie

i gird my loins and follow her
into a cologned room; of dark rim box butter
bitch yelping for
a slow grind in a belly of clams

red and velvet pageant
she nests in the heart
a midwife disturbia
to pregnant lust
being pushed down and worked up
till loosened in thick ovum
and black whip afterbirth
like flowers of curves and blood

her banquet; a platter of wet orifice
trilling vibratos fucked
and anxious kisses crawling through your mouth
like fallen angels flying
dire sister of knock out orgasms
pleading goth nuns for lesbian heated
Satan loving veiled Christian crotch
and a thousand delicious gaped
asshole cunt poundings
and mouth fucks scum plunge

crucifix of wrack and screw
stoned and beaten senseless
instructions from the book of night
of shit and spite
written by
Abrahams primitive nations
arms of the cross she is nailed to
sweet pussy waifs beaten dead
in a tillage of brokenness

mans club
shore of incinerated witches and tortured justice
shut up when your talkin to me
clan of honor
duo troupe
almanac of hell

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