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Luna Moth (adult language)

By Carole Dudley

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Powdery moth in lonely rage Paid by man no warming wage Spends her breath in spastic slumber Pressed between the now, the never Pages in her psalm of life. Once a roving fellow read her Warm of eye and near of vision Turned her parchment-pages body Speed read for a new revision Sentence in her psalm of life. Freed the fragile wings of powder Blew the sun wind round her border Feathered up her press-ed passion Fucked her nicely for an hour. Then, he wasn't:  Flesh or vision. "Commonplace! - with no revision!" Nevermore to earthly senses. Time, her time, her numbing prison Closing round the frantic flutter Locking, snaking round the web-like Wingedness of her. Lo! The beam of sexual vision Glances off her dying ember, Hurrying toward the fire and glitter Heaving in the eyes of broad. Raving mad men, broke and ogling Should grow sane as Socrates Seeing clouds of luna powder, Sifting in the evening breeze.(adult content) Written December 16th, 2001 © on Feb 06 2002 02:57 PM PST, Carole Dudley   0 • 10

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