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Filthy Lucre
 
Five flat discs
Embellished from the sweat of my 
Palm
 
Drop
 
One
 
By 
 
One
 
Into the chute
Grasp the handle and 
Pull the 
Door up
Reach for my 
Bevy of beauties
Dressed in
Shades 
Of black & white
Seduction
Can't wait
To get
Her
Home
Spread out on my
Bed 
Universe of long legs
And full breasts
Brush 
Against my
Face
While I go over
Her 
Curriculum vitae
And wonder
Should
I call 555-fuck
For a reference
Or a good time
Her voices 
Pour low and husky
Or lisping on that 
Barely legal 
Edge
Of what's allowed
I grow in my mind 
And in my
Cock the endless
Possible
Ways for contact
The scent of 
Her inky perfume rises
In my nostrils and 
I rise to 
Meet all her 
Long tunnels
Of mouths shaped to
Take what is 
Coming
Coming
I am coming
So fast
Her faces dripping 
With pearlescent tears
From me
For me
My bevy of beauties
My universe of 
Soft newspaper flesh.

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