Quatrain of Thoughts Hurled
Thoughts Hurled - you did it
You fondled my mind until I
contracted a mentally
orgasmic
affliction,
My thoughts were hurled all
about from the touch
of a spiritual
infliction.
My reasoning moaned in
ecstasy whilst I found
my logic becoming
excited,
Don't arouse my mind any more,
if you keep it up, a fire
in my soul may be
ignited.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 9102
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