Doctar Taint

Wednesday, September 29th, 2004 @ 7:46 pm | The Diary

The Taint

In my Taint
In MY Taint
We wait, congratulate, regulate, deep
In the Cootchie Stank
We rank, my eyes go blank
Like the deserts when we shave
Or the woods when stay the same
Either way
Your Cootchie Stank
Regulates, Infiltrates
Deep underneath
Succinct but fresh and burst
succulent and sweet
Your peach in the grove
Where my groove is seeded
In your bountiful weed
I ask for a reprieve
I plead
To Your Coootchie Stank
To relate
To Relate
To the grace
Of the almighty
Worldly Taint