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Miss Majesty

   
 

Miss Majesty

   
 
 

doesn't play

   
 
 

original sin—

   
   
   
   
 

Narcissistic

   
 
 

pâté

   
 
 

la feminine

   
   
   
   
 

Needs a spanking,

   
 
 

perhaps,

   
 
 

on a breast

   
   
   
   
 

For a lusty

   
 
 

collapse

   
 
 

unredressed

   
   
   
   
 

Making pinefires

   
 
 

burst

   
 
 

like a crying bride

   
   
   
   
 

Into cranberries

   
 
 

nursed,

   
 
 

hors d'oeuvres to be tried—

   
   
   
   
 

Whoa! Miss Majesty

   
 
 

straitlaced

   
 
 

in her virginal skin

   
   
   
   
 

Licks the lips

   
 
 

of the taste

   
 
 

I never was in.