Lick And Suck My Blood... Poem by Abdul Wahab

Soil upon soil more soil upon soil making a heap soft of fresh flesh lump silky smooth under my ribs bean shaped raw crimson red flowing sometimes quick sometimes slow out and in exactly five litters pure impure mixed if you are war Jalut sick you may sip hot at break fast or drink cold after your light supper for your super health and sound sleep even you can lick like a chocolate or suck like semi-liquid whenever and where you need just you have to bring a dagger sharp and stab dig deep the fountain you seek will be erupted violently automatic or either push a button on battery system tomahawk from the distance safe enough to get the shick kababs made up of delicately delicious of my dream, hope and love to get you just to relish your dandyish dinner (Jalut =monster, shick kabab =stick toasted flesh)