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Aug. 26th, 2008

The Delicacy of Fresh Pleasure.

Around the outer corners of the soiree,
I walk with smooth confident steps,
My hunger muffled by a seductive purr,
I look for those who have walked away alone,
The ones with their heads down,
And their eyes hungry,
I impress them with my painted face,
And I intoxicate them with my perfume,
When they are high I coax them into my den,
I reveal their bodies to my hungry eyes,
They feed off my body,
As I feed off theirs,

and there we lie. 

Exhausted after the hunt.
(but our bellies are still empty).

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