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Thursday, February 23, 2006


poem for chichi's contest.
Blasphomous Angel

The seraphim gives me a touch of grace,
tells me to become one of their race.
Love impulses through my pulse,
I need her now,
mine, forevermore.
No matter what her beauty is divine.
And it is all mine.
For a buck twenty a night.

She was the only thing I needed,
everything I ever wanted.
Gracious glory almighty one,
give her to me.

I saw her behind the building,
outside the bar.
On her knees she is evermore,
giveing grace to God.

On the streets she gives her gospel,
or maybe on the beds of some faraway hostel,
She lies on her side
in a plaid skirt and blouse,
forever praying forgiveness to the Lord.

In leather and chains
I find her heart and
her pussy spread far apart.
Dear Jesus I would die to have her
please if thou art so loveing,
give me that divine one,
the sacred whore,
angelic slut.

Well, what do you guys think?

Kitten

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