The New, A Poetry Selection, #2

The Whore Opening

For the previous in this selection, click there.

Just to show that I don’t always do dark and gothic and dissociative and intense, now for something totally different. Playful and fun. Well, it sort of speaks for itself, so you don’t need (or want) a burbling intro from me.

It also happens to be happily bite-sized.

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The Whore Opening

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Some sex would be nice,
Sex on a plate,
Sex in a bun,
Party food for thought for I
Am fed up of this fasting,
Playful
Want to have some fun;
Bored, restless, peripatetic.
Exsanguinated.
She next exquisite entry is protruding.

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an ornate silver platter, wine women and song in a classical bacchanalia, in the style of Alma-Tadema

Just to see what the Great Image Generator would come up with, you know.

And in case you were wondering, the next exquisite entry is exsert. From biology, meaning to cause to protrude. And the title is supposed to be something to do with hors d’oeuvres. I did say I was in a playful mood when it popped into my head.

There will be a link here, when I am ready to exsert the next one.

And if you’d (quite sensibly) rather not buy me wine, then there’s always the coffee option!

TTFN!