You come towards me in your exquisite blackness all shimmering PVC or leather or lace with an evil twinkle in your eyes and a devious smile on your face and I think ooh I want to fuck you fuck you hard and fuck you right fuck you long into the night but sadly true I know it's lame but I'm much to shy (it's my claim to fame) to say it so I just sit in the corner and smile sweetly drooling into my beer.
Written June 1, 2002, during the Zine Fair at Convergence 9 in Montréal.
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