Deep Love
Dear sharpener ,
You are not my twin,
but you let me drive-in.
I give you all pleasure,
but I care not on my measure.
You give me shapeliness and make me sharp,
now i am a modern day harp.
I enjoy the way you spin and play ,
hope you stay with me all day.
Even if you blades strip my skin apart,
I wouldn't mind because its all you have got.
Sorry for screwing you , my stupid fellow !
Thank me for seducing you from below.
I tickle you with my lead sparkles,
and wreck my lead head with a crackle !
Love,
Pencil.
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