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Miss Pinkie in for the Kill

Miss Pinkie
had him spread out

upon her bed
an object

to seduce
and adore

his clothes folded
neatly on a chair

hers cast here
and there

upon the floor
there's an art

to seduction
she said

moving in
upon him

her tongue
about to lick

his pecker
he laying there

taking in
the tinted colour

of her greying hair
her eyes

opals of blue
not white

outside the window
the approaching night

and she
came down on him

and was silent
of words

but licked
and sucked

and he moved
as the motion

moved him
his pecker saluting

and he noticed
how her earrings

dangled
as she downed

upon him
and up again

for breath
oh

he thought
but saying nothing

what a way to go
what a pleasant death.

poem by Terry Collett
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