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Boudicca’s boudoir.

Female
Fimale
Faux males
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Screwed
Chewed
Sum rouge and incense to
Bend brevity and mood
Furs ain’t faux and aint fo’ u
So toil some more in
Soil on floor
And tooth and claw
Sewing shut inside tent door
Begin in breaths of chants of lore
On mats of skin of boars and bores
Glistened skin a fireside awe
Paint all low and flesh you grew
Inside a heart you never knew
Twisting ’til her fathers knew
She shake your feathers far and true
Chariot to weather blue
Blackened flesh and painted blue
Comes cleaner than Iceni knew
Comes clean in Prasutagus’ lieu
His process shining firm and blue
And covered silk in juice of you
Me dreaming of the thing I’d do
She’d eat me down and spit the goo
I’d twist her trestled snake sinew
And bend Britain away from you
My long hair would use your hide to hide my chair
Red hair knotted everywhere
On her and my lit bodies fair
Bloody milky cream and hair
She lucids me what else to wear
She lets all loose and thunders ware
She’s stronger than your average bear
Melts iron and my awkward stare
(Being her children’s children’s children’s child, at least his spirit,
if yore with it;
Incense-intent timetravel make incensed inter-ancest incest ensue) !
Femme fatale won’t cut it like she cuts
Her breast so full and full of cuts
I’ll never pleased call women sluts
Wolf whistle?! dog, back to your mutts

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