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The Naked Lunch

The naked lunch
Lay sprawled slovenly
I covered my eyes to preserve your modesty
But you had none
What happened to manners and cultlery?
You ate with sticky fingers
Protruding suggestively
Licking in motions I knew
Though could not remember
I watched your left overs jealously
Wished you could fit me on a plate
The table was inviting
But you averted your eyes knowingly
Did it taste better than me?
Vegetarian blood is sweet
And I am ripe for the picking
Written by cattymagraa (beck)
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