Nice Albanese, do you have ices in your pussy Pisces?
For you, and only you, Prakash Saint Paul is the nicest!
Like him, you are enriched with the most clandestine mind
He is a creeper, and you are like a voracious creeping vine
And can you both share a nude watery bed?
May you both be so blessed, and till dead be wed
In the deep sea, may your desperately greedy gills be fed
And may you be continuously fed till you feel like lead
You be so deep that the waves above you feel like skies
With you, Prakash Saint Paul in that eternity lies
And that nothing wakes the two of you, not even sunrise
In these depths, may only fish celebrate your cries
This, I swear, be your sweetest dreams and nightmare
And you and Prakash Saint Paul never come up for air
There be no earth, no fire, no air, for you to wear
It be fair, that you and Prakash Saint Paul, this eternal watery grave, share
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