Instead of cringing in the corner
Senseless acts of beauty spiraled
Into the oblivion of my mind
Violating the sanctity of of my imperiled
Pregnancy while squirting red hot
Shots of passion on the front of my pants
I stand in dumb struck awe waiting
For the dawn to silently reveal the
Dimensions of the enormous orb
Threatened like a mountain
Squealed like a squirrel
I contemplate my navel
As a crimson tide smothers
My resistance to love
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