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By J. Knipp Submitted by J. Knipp Date: 2003 Mar 06 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.06.22.14.6663]] |
| 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. |