I could be like a snowflake fallen all the way from heaven into a magpies nest, only to place my powdered cheek gently upon his hairy chest. I could be his Maiden Marianne giftwrapped in cloak and silken hood, oh, a robinredbreast sitting high up in the treetops ... of his mourning wood. I need, I need a silverfurred a sugar sugardaddybear, someone who loves the front of me, who likes to pay and loves to care. A frizzly ursus, strong but cute, adorable in leather, denim or tweedsuit. Id polish silver, cause I long to be spooned on the dark, dark side of the palest moon ... Mandrake grows beneath the gallows in the shape of the one thing that you should never swallow. I know, he may look like the cutest thing youve ever seen but, Honey, we just dont know where this old thing of his had been ... I almost had a secret love affair with a dead boys underwear. I nicked it from the mortuary, but the damn thing was far too small for me. Thats why each time I hear the postman ring, I cant help wondering what he might bring. Oh, will he have something for me, and, if so, I wonder ... how large will his package be? The chimneysweep, the chimneysweep, he came at two oclock, I showed him where the furnace was, and he showed me his cock. He wore a bomberjacket, black, but his haircut was crap, it took him rather long to finish his annual check ... A sylvan stronghold for the golden child, built and looked after by heart beguiled. A guard, a servant and a loyal king, a wintergarden and a thermalspring ...
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