Tarentella Amore - Poem by Dizzy Darling
I see your fingers working their way up and down the fret board,
I hear your feet sweeping side to side on the parquet
I want your backside to buckle, then sway
I feel many arms grapple me, desire me.
Her hair tickling, her fangs piercing, her prism throbbing.
Your backside comes when the venoms exuberate
my head inhibits dawn over my soul
poison politicos for heretic body
hinder into web blossoming
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