| Because
Because I love you
I lay on the stone floor
so you couldn't say
I'm not a romantic.
Because I adore you
I fucked a bush covered with snow
to demonstrate
the heat of my desire.
Because I worship you
I painted myself from head to foot
with lipstick
crucified by your mockery.
Because I hunger for you so much
I can no longer keep
your breasts in the fridge.
Now is the time to fry them
some finger-chips as garnish
your labia as dessert.
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