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B R A N D N E W F U D

B R A N D  N E W  F U D


theRe ,

iN thE tiLeD whiTeNeSS

oF thE LadiEs’ LaVatoRiuM ,

I spoTTeD daNieLLe agaiN –

 

shE haS croSSed heR threShoLD

anD broKeN natuRe’S mouLd . shE

wanTs mE tO sEE thE surGeRY sO

wE diSaPPeaR intO a cubiCLe . shE

hiTchEs uP heR skiRT anD suDDenLy

I faCE a neW cuNT –

aN inSidE-ouTsiDe-iN wiLLy .

I kiSS heR anD I wanT heR theRe

oN thE porCeLaiN anD plaSTiC .

I reLeasE a hoRmONe-sweLLeD breaSt

anD suCKLe niPPLe whilsT knEELinG beTwEEn

hER smOOtH dePiLateD LeGS…

buT nO moRe.

 

aH I kneW thiS wAs goinG tO paSS

mE bY thE stRonG seNsE oF purPosE

aS I droVe acroSS

waterLOO briDgE

LasT niGhT .

Ben Browton (a.k.a. Seymour Bybuss) Sludgeness-On-Sea – tMx 30 – 06/07