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By it dosent matter Date: 2005 Apr 30 Comment on this Work [[2005.04.30.11.39.21641]] |
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This scent that she carried with Whilst I was shopping caught And stomach growling hungrily Transported away my thoughts This scent ... t'wer it food A creamy texture sought A bowl of cool white gelatin soft By spoon one would needs Slowly saviors smooth this taste To relax in comfort for the while It takes to finish this repast all And to dreams would this sooth one down This taste from scent so sweetly found Yet when her eye She who wears this comforting scent When her eye I in instants looked With almost anger I truly felt How this scent ... So very profoundly false For within this instant Within her eye I did taste A far different flavor needs One so very dark Smokey yet so spicy real That to sample this Ones soul would instants feel That with one tearing bite This flavor itself would sink Teeth into this soul we speak Savor it as it feeds And of needs... For needs one would have to consume All of this in massive amount Mouth so full with every bite To savor this shear gluttony Needing to consume this all Before... This flavor of itself Will consume one whole Whilst one seeks to master this flavor One would be enfolded and consumed within To die at last for this very taste One would needs... And should one survive To live forever haunted by This instants simple taste I caught from this flash of look This flavor within her eye |