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Coronation. February 20, 2009

Posted by littlebangtheory in Love and Death, poetry.
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Outside the wind howls,

An east-bound train on rippling blue rails.

Maroon sheets surround my back, hold me still

As your angel hair traces my meridian, dances across my chest,

Swirls in the candlelight while your warm lips find

Each depression in my man-belly, Oh!

What a delightful turn of fate

To be so lovingly crowned

King of The World!