Hypnotized by Baptismal Conquering

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Your beauty floats away.  It had no soul.

You thought it did.  We all make wide mistakes.

Your partners loved your spirit.  Then you stole

Their worship, thrusting.  (Maleness overtakes.)

The male one overtakes with gentle thrusts

At first.  He then moves on to deeper love.

She knows that he is perfect when his gusts

Of seed find depths in her, your underarms above.

She sees them in your hunching.  Eyes of blue

Are why you chose her, so of course they deal

With hair above her in your pits.  Your spew

Fulfills her adoration.  Blue eyes kneel.

  She gets up from your bed. Your gift leaks out.

    She knows its sliminess removes all doubt.

~ Phillip Whidden