My sonnett of savagery

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    My sonnett of savagery

    Was your love like the savage wilderness

    enjoyable cuts, thy poisoned dagger

    filled me up with delicious lager.

    Enthralled perhaps a kind vampiress

    a blood filled kiss, a wicked egress

    fearfully hormones rage, I am haggard

    memories of your teeth vengeful snapper

    longing for your coniferous caress.

    loving you I was forever trying

    My hearts crushing despair, a pain not missed

    savagery your speed, musty damp musket.

    Gouge my eyes if I continue this tryst

    thy bride died sighing, while you sat lying

    tightly my socket grips, your heart my target. 

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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