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By Josh Submitted by WryShadow Date: 2001 Oct 19 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.19.02.31.23370]] |
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Women, wonderfully wicked, charmingly serpentine, women. They may be the unraveling of me yet. They nestle inside the most tender crevice of me; Curl up, kick off their high heels and take residence. And I foolishly fulfill their every wanton want. I chop off my ear at their meekest inclination, and devote my resources solely to sate them. Because I can't resist falling into their all-embracing eyes, as a leaf can't help but to kiss the earth when the wind's wiles will it so. There is nothing more sanctified to me, save the lord above, then my affliction- err my affection for these whimsical creatures. I sway with every shift of their mercurial mien, All the while praying not to be cast out of their exultant updrafts. Women, vivaciously vicious, sublimely delusive, women. |