In agony of pleasure I crumble to my knees I lick your frozen treasure You cup my furry bees But one bee bubbles over Your fleshy brimming cup It falls into the clover And lands all downside up It crawls across your stomach Not far above the food That you are still digesting Inside your large intestine And into your hydrangea It draws its furry legs Youre crouching like a stranger That aches to lay her eggs In ecstacy of pressure You quiver in the jam While naked angels measure A piece of rotting ham In symphonies of jelly You play with my disease While back across your belly There crawl dusty bees
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