Lovers come and go
Rolled stockings on a heater
No outlet for plug.
Behind the green door
Ivory Soap girl with baby
Hidden in chambers.
Softly from Paris
Marquis de Sade in red dress
Blood drips from a rose.
Disrobe her with words
Her bosom heaves when I speak
Beasts lick nippled ears.
Potted plant and lime
Her bones sprouting out from soil
Shaved bush in my tea.
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