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My Sleeping Beauty

A poem by Grace Simmonds

  My little Briar Rose, only fifteen years old;
prick your finger,   hurry                 quick—
Let me fuck your little body cold!

 

Tumble into a deep sleep, as the wicked fairy foretold.
Fall quick for the spinning wheel trick
my littlest briar rose. Only fifteen years old

 

  with pink lips I know are red—
so bold I can’t help but lick,
please let me fuck your little body cold.

 

Unswathed in white, a sight to behold;
I groan, wrapping your little hands around my stick.

  Oh, my little briar rose, only fifteen years old

 

  you won’t feel a thing, I told

you. Drugged by magic,

you let me fuck your little body cold.

 

I’ll make little babies grow

inside your sleeping belly.

  My littlest briar rose, only fifteen years old,

   oh, how I fucked your little body cold.

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