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Writing depression on these pages is easy
What I want to write will make you queasy
All the perversions that pop into my head
After two moments, you'll wish you were dead

Let's start off light - with tentacled trysts
And the girls in suffering - you get my gist
The victims squirm more than the protrusions do
Well, not all the time - not when they're through
Then there's the chicks who make you look twice
Between their legs is an extra device
Sometimes it's tiny - that's a waste of animation
It's the ones well-equipped that heat my temptation
Females, by natures, come in all sizes and styles
Especially the ones that are made of goo piles
Their bodies amorphous for all kinds of feats
They have their own tricks and, certainly, treats
Oh fanart, my fanart, I could go on for ages
How you fill my dreams into files and pages
To take the characters from movies and screens
And position them into my wildest dreams

There are so many ways to test my desires
So many variations that alight my deep fires
But we'll keep it at that and call it a day
For I see more of the former coming my way.
 
New said:
There are so many ways to test my desires
So many variations that alight my deep fires
But we'll keep it at that and call it a day
For I see more of the former coming my way.

Nice poem bro. This is deep.

Guido Edit: I just realized your poem is titled Hentai. Hahaha! Oh wow.
 
Well, when I actually started this poem, I didn't know where it was going. It sort of evolved as I was writing it and turned into a poem about something I really like. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
 
Hehe

i enjoyed your musings upon such a twisted subject as Hentai. Although like Clubbin Guido noticed, it doesn't just relate to the sick twisted japanese manga porn
 
I liked this piece New. The one thing i will say as a criticism is you can tell that you found your subject after the first two lines as they seem to be separated somehow from the idea of the whole. That being said i loved the imaginative wording. The tentacles of thought as it were, weaved its way into my mind.
 
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