Toed OnA Poem by LizzyRomance is multi-dimensional. I saw a toenail the other day. Boy, She was magical. Baby was moist, putrid, and grotesque, An ooze of foul infection and Fetish confection. Look at her jagged contour, Ingrown sexiness, vomit skin tone, Dressed in spotted black couture. I could only ratiocinate That she was out my league. But still I moan in glee For Beauty is a Beast with no bounds. © 2012 Lizzy |
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