And you laughed that dirty little laugh
a broad grimace of notoriety that you wore
so proudly. And I wondered if you were
sated.
And you'd bite your rouge stained pout
and tease with a careless wink as you
traced the coy on your neck. And I wondered
that you might be sated.
And you lit up a black cigarette
vintage as they may be never rolled
on your coloured thighs flawlessly fade into the smoke
And had you been sated, I wondered?
And you became the devil in my dreams
clawing your naughtiness into the grey matter
that I wanted back. And you were sated by my
wonder
Marcellino Carlo
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