Tootsies

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Erotic Horror  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


Tootsies

Nothing is sweeter than death
just a shadow of what once was
with a bouquet of formaldehyde
and maggots feasting at my lapel
starting at my tootsies

Now that my ticket is punched
and waiting for the spade man
to cover my ass with sand
I feel your lips touch my penis
of green chartreuse decor

Just a shadow of what once was
when my thingamajig was a hardy twig
now nearing mulch in the earth
and maggots feasting at my lapel
starting at my tootsies


Submitted: July 09, 2021

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