You fuck me using all your skill but it's

A soulless story. Where's the slick denouement? 

Where's the clever ploy? You leave me full of 

Empty joy; a salad feast replete with

Colour, crispness, salty mayonnaise

These weighty days of famine how I crave 

A beast with flesh that drips with tasty tallow

Flows with primal energy for me

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My mouth you fill with meat and drink I do

And think I don't; you're showing off, the science

And all you are is nought, an egg, un ouef 

That's not... a shell that's blown and flown, the coup

De grace is absent, bird of paraplegic

Numbness, dumb and sum-less, showering me

With piss and cum lest I should see behind

The false façade and view my lover true

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You tease me with a tongue so deft, my oozing

Cleft, bereft of feeling feels a nothing

So complete, a pointless poem without 

A twist, description overflows but where's

The reason save for fleeting bliss? A kiss, 

A rose, would be as sweet... a poem with purpose

Or a story with a soul your goal should

Be. You write for you and not for me

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