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Worms in a Parallel Universe
 
Lots of lovely worms in my hands
slippery and warm and smooth
they wriggle on my skin
and I lick my fat lips

the mud is warm and soothing
and the worms are fat and juicy
I want to eat them all up
with my caterpillars and snails

the worms wriggle in the mud
and I hold them above my mouth
I let them slowly slide inside
and it gives me a big fat smile

they squish and squash and burst
and I can hear the little screams
their juices dribble on my lips
and then I lick them clean

worms are good for your eyes
and when I see them I eat them
last night I built a wormhole
and ate worms in a parallel universe.

By MagicMud

© 2009 MagicMud (All rights reserved)

 

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