her gaze crucifies
my ego against
the white hot iron
drawn forth
from the sin
in her heavenly form
all that remains
is the schism
between rational
physicality buffered
between every sensual
lash on throbbing need
her gaze crucifies
my ego against
the white hot iron
drawn forth
from the sin
in her heavenly form
all that remains
is the schism
between rational
physicality buffered
between every sensual
lash on throbbing need
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Well gee wiz
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i hope that isn’t bad
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Nope
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