Played with fire on a fiery night
Held the stick like a burning rod
Purplish glow throbbing like alive
Seemingly bursting with burning lust.

With loud screams
Thick streams of creamy drops
Flowing...
Down the post's tumid shaft
Extinguishing the heat of the pole so hot.

Smoke, invisible... rising
As the fire dies down
As the rod loses it's form.

04/03/2003

Posted on 04/04/2003
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