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a winter melody
herdinator

2am Tuesday fornication

good-bye 'stormy Monday' blues

can ya hear her?

sassy Hoilday

her songs

filtering through this

winter mist

of open windows;

let the neighbours

hear us moan,

groan, jive-jizz

saturated in satanic bliss

ssssss

kinky baby-

steamy thighs

the chill

of Brando's Waterfront,

wasn't he a boxer?

I'm your boxer, baby

sweet sensations

damn, I luv Holiday's tunes

holding you,

protecting you,

from the angels of light,

this one morn

filled with lust

bangin' our flesh

as if in war

2am baby...

the saxaphonist

she gone

2am...


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