MacKenzie Coburn

Rookie (06/25/92 / Toronto, Ontario)

Lust - Poem by MacKenzie Coburn

Recreating the scenes
Restless nights from the moocher,
As it should have been
Glimpse longing for the future,
Reminiscing the past
The who shall not be named,
Udder defeat at last
One might seem shamed,
An old scent soothes the soul
A priest who gently fills the hole,
The toy inside longing to score
The who is the whore that awaits some more,
The toy is the boy who forever rests
The who will do what she does best.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 27, 2011



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