All My Lyric
From Fecund Youth to Bomer-B
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Luxury (the lap of...) (Orleans LXXXIII '91)
A bearclaw leg of a table gripped
the hardwood floor a silver spoon
sat on a napkin a crystal bowl sat on
a lace doily and doled out punch
to drunk Judy who sat on a wicker
chair which creaked and spat and
left its imprint on her intoxicated
ass
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