Wordwhoring Overture Posted by mentalexotica on October 21, 2005September 7, 2022 It is bursting with pips of saccharine sweet poison. Nectar so abundant, it dribbles from my lips Onto my cheeks, the juice riddled berry. Laying in with a sweet dream basking In delight of the sugarplum fairy. Share:EmailPrintTweetShare on TumblrMorePocketTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related