Wish I were creepy
if I crept through your window
soundless as an owl
hungry for sleepy
Indonesian spicy rice
would you show Aunt Flo
eyes under a cowl
remember I am a monk
even to play dice
creeping into bed
reaping in sin what I sow
even if you spread
eagle as I grow
perturbingly turgid spunk
yellow leaves weepy
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