Dear Madame Poet,
Please stop fucking me with your words.
Your un-lubed clarity of the inside of my soul leaves me shivering.
Quivering in anticipation of the next few syllables
That you throw inside of me
Causing me to explode
Unlike any man ever could
My juices flowing like tears
Uncontrollably down my thighs
That I wrap around your thoughts
Holding them securely in my mind
Chinese water torture
Every line you spit
Leaves an imprint
On my soul
And rather than retreat to the
Safety of my fictitious reality
I keep coming back for more
Begging you to again leave me sore
-Signed an unapologetic poetry whore
Turtleberry 2/2012
Inside the Shell 
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