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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I’m slowly dying ... being pillow buried alive, and ain’t nobody’s pity coming to prematurely save me I fell into this death trap of my own crypt choosing, when the creeping lust of a sultry smile enticed me so hypnotically I shouldna went scuba diving for pearls only skin deep Whispering desires wrapped around my lascivious, madly buzzing mind ... Entombing this naked truth — I was in a web-caught moral decline She passionately covered my fake naïveté with a blanket of silky lies My virgin pretenses got cocooned by a sly black widow so fly Oh, woe is butterfly me ... so delusional, as not to see what was happening around the warm fireplace lit cozy I was being pulse poisoned by a scent pleasure sweat fantasy Her lipstick negligee pleas wanted my gentle, caressing touch of bosom acquiescence With empty resistence, I yielded to the fatal kisses of death Paralyzing inhalation of erogenous stimulation ... she then sensuously took whatever chaste dignity I had left Her silhouette hungering ravished me, as she feasted on my bio-cellular needs Slowly draining every tear drip of pulmonary sustenance, she cradled me in a dying ember embrace Whispering low, vow falsities blown so sweetly; allaying these lullaby fears ... putting my vulnerable doubts to climatic sleep She said she would nuptial lie in a cold dirt bed for me But I’m the ungroomed bridesmaid folding the coffin sheets The woman of my demise said forever she would always love me As her softly woven blanket of ecstasy lies slowly suffocated my willingness to breathe
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