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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Alison Stone


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Warning

Surrendering to hunger's whims won't end well,
Proserpine in her cold bedroom knows.
Six seeds for half-eternity of hell.
A lover has more faces than he shows.

Proserpine in her cold bedroom knows
dark glamour and initial bliss deceive.
A lover has more faces than he shows.
Once the pleasure's gone, it's best to leave.

Dark glamour and initial bliss deceive.
Desire can devolve into a trap.
Once the pleasure's gone, it's best to leave,
though often we don't. Caress turns into slap.

Desire can devolve into a trap –
six seeds for half-eternity of hell.
Often we stay, despite caress turned into slap.
Surrendering to hunger's whims won't end well.