A Poem by L'Enfant Terrible

What type of softness will make you open?
Were you close would I tear the coldness?

Can you lace desires in their own place?
Call to your case, cut your damn face!

Got any use for someone to abuse!
Go better, would I recluse to puke!

You quickly kill and lick them w****s.
He has the chills, implores the rentboys.

Our breasts is where soreness fades away...

© 2012 L'Enfant Terrible

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Added on June 3, 2012
Last Updated on June 3, 2012
Tags: poem, poetry, life, desire, touch, abuse, aggression, he, she, ambiguity, peace, disturbance, violence, calm, serenity, distance


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