Do you like to dance?
One hand on my shoulder,
The other clasped around the dimples of my back.
Would you dance with me?
Rage.
A passion for the intense fantasy.
Delve into my nasty mind,
I'm not just upright.
Flesh as a currency,
Reaches for a penny.
Not many afford the pleasure of my company,
Hence cleaning up after yourself seems the likelier way to be.
Erratic Behaviour
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