Isolated, resting are the flies
Caught in a jar of wine
Fat and beastly, lusting in the glass
envy their ignorance.
The iron lid teases my lips
If only for a moment, to join the harem
A release of that burly frenzy
To taste the sweet scent of a harden seat
The dream, a dream in the eyes
Of the keeper of the flies.
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