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O, Fantasma

Stringent slap a swirling swig 

To the fleshy glottal stop

Flat champagne to kill 

The cum in my throat 

From a man I do not know 

But who thinks he knows me 

A bit too well 

 

A demon 

Beady blacks pummeling 

The calcium ultrasonic 

Psychic waves to disarm 

The skull 

To eat 

The brain 

 

A ghost;

To give him the signal 

He wants 

I imagine he is some strange

Feral man 

Raping me in the woods

 

My boudoir but a forest 

With walls 

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