For Rayne, A Pornstar

Metal to formed as if to veins
it could ever fit, twisted signs
of open and hidden marks of
tempt desperated the question,
barraged the bearer of those
that sook the sparks of a blue
eyed tumult with rough lines
fitted to some smoothe figure,
flowing as a river swallowed
in streets gilt, therefore abhorred.
I saught not fever nor coupling,
merely ingress beyond the core,
a truer falsity to beckon at my door.

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