Oliver Ovid Poems

I smeared it all
over my

genitals and
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He gulped.
She stood there with a knife,
and the blade was poised
above the steaming bread.
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Halfway through the pane of glass,
still making gaslight eyes at Maud
Gonne,
a leer crawled across your face.
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She was perched on top of an
eight foot stepladder.

I fumbled with my wooden
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