oh xSe 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 u must ... .. u will
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?
