...Molten façade coursing between pristine teeth,
She swallows air like pride,
Shyly lifts her careful glisten.
Their whipcrack gazes scald her skin.
Their mouths demand dancing blasphemies of frenetic flesh.
She moistens tightening lips with a tongue
That craves their education,
Their discipline meted in masks and ropes.
Yet she dances with hesitation,
Impaired by the sloughing drive
And scrubbing throes of licorice twins
Who thrive on ganja and porcelain pouts...

- Excerpt, "Plastic Virgin"

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