Philandering-fellating filigree
Embroidered of gold,
Muscles stain of shimmer
Askance anew always bold
Puckering his lips o lusty liver!
In all fours I’ve known you
Cramming that tongue, back-
Down on me, spilling that dew
Soft moist drops of smack
A sweet low and high barbiturate
Brown sugar for the soul
All slow blow we anticipate
The philanderer is stuck in a hole
Philandering-fellating filigree
As his name draws euphoria
A lascivious sense of ignominy
Perhaps quasi-masochistic hysteria
Hiatus between true knowledge
Fellatio builds his altered ego
Libido wrapped in silk
Forte of incriminating vertigo
I, yearn for that poison milk
Crippled lipped syphilitic *studs
As Philandering-fellating filigree
Are the earth’s vice and sods
As he awakes a hidden disease in me. |
Submission Name: PhilanderingFellating Filigree
