For g on the word craft

You make Love fall for your craftiness, g,

Undressed in your eyes, the virgin Mary

Who crushed my heart between her hellcat thighs

Heaven, clockwise, counter-clockwise

Now it’s domme morrigan’s whip and dildo on my mind

Which you hide, in every disguise, well I know

You adore me, as much, i, craft this poem, phantasm


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