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thy beauty and grace
divine
to touch thy navel breasts
and tongues exploring
possibilities
of future generations
see the moist horizon
where fate meets flesh
and organs replace hands
the street a feast becomes
where lust through wine
thrusts through divine
coitus combusts
while clitoris contracts
and anus anticipates
advance through attack
and neck knows
bites that bond
were your womb
a wonder won
through war not whine
bounty for beggars
thou art my booty
pleasure to pee
or
pleasure to pounce?
- Constantin von Hoffmeister
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