| Somewhere across that electric ether My babygirl rises on a wave of My tickling typings and shivers moistly, tuned to My astral touch and poised to receive any and all of My fantasy-forged phallic beams stretching through the subordinate reality to form a bridge of haunted desire. And when she feels Me come at last, the incubus instilled, she allows My name to pass her lips just as My phantom does. |
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