All hail the living, lying labia!
My wounds are soothed by her worlds of words of flattery and bait. Turning verbal tricks to stimulate the tip and of my flaccid ego, with the splutter and drivel of a thousand boasting lips and pelvic thrusts.
I erect, inflate, and eject all sobriety, dignity and sanctity.
Sold for 30 pieces of sliver. Heady, light of head and heavy of hurt from the licks and lashes of her many thrashing tongues.
Loathing in her loins, and the voice of my own depravity and phallic swagger.
The Philosopher's Poet 