Poem: Just Talk

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My cock hasn’t felt

This rock hard

Since I last killed a man

It was a splendiferous night

Red wine

Making me feel fine

As you roasted in the oven

But all of this is just talk

You know I’m a tender-hearted vixen really

I don’t want the blood of the dead

I want the blood of the living

Flowing through the arteries

Of all forms of life

Like a corpuscular wife

Loving you

Into

Being