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Friday, July 31, 2009

Last supper



I open the door
and:
What a vision!
As an ebony statue,
she is
perfect,
seductive,
curvilinear,
and sensual-
I get paid by hours:
She says.
All right:
I answer her while slobbering myself.
This one will be an unforgettable night.
She slowly gets naked;
appetizingly.
Dribbler of me,
I am watching her
while a pair of antennae
springs from her temples
as long as towers;
and from her mouth
a pair of fangs sprouts:
Pointed and sharp.
I know
that I will die this daybreak,
but:
What it matters?
Who cares!

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