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i wonder what taylor and gaga were like

Did she ever bite his meat hook

Or taste that delicious taint

He refused to shave?

 

Did he ever drape her curtains

over his tongue and caress

the grain they never saw?

 

Did he tongue her ring

and sign the cross

for deflowering a catholic?

 

and did Mary Magdalene ever pray

while feeling her sainthood

robbed every night?

 

and did she stand erect and wet

glistening in ecstasy

as he felt for more than a squeeze?

 

and was the ring more than just a display

or was love on the tip of his tongue

felt with a climax?

 

And did she write him a song or two

and tickle his keys

sending shivers down that Hercules spine

 

or did his lats quiver in delight

as he pushed thru a long night

flexing a muscle that she never felt?

 

and was she a madonna or a whore

or a marilyn or a streissan

or just a madonna in bed?

 

and why did she hide

when he felt the tip of the sand worm

felt only in the womb?

 

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My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.

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