ur like a florescent white snake
held in grip
ur greasy skin slips
venom hits deep, in the back of head
uncontrollable unwanted untamed
a blast of sweetness undesired
with every roll of hand
u serpent me, i coil u
not far the day when
i squeeze life off you
till the brink
obey my command
I don't know if it's because the title is an anagram for *** but this poem seems to have a very strong ***ual connotation to it. No?
Hahahaha! The state of censorship here is just as sad as in our films.
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