I Hate Your Face

Your choice of feature, made delectably disgusting with poetic imagery.

I had an epiphany whilst cleaning my glasses this morning and wrote the following poem. I invite you all to join me in a bit of fun...

Oh, thine glistening pustules
Ptolemy's envy cast
Like crystalline spheres upon
Thy moist lip.
That I might kiss
And swell, as well, with
Infectious love. 

The End

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