Above us the Disco-Bats flicked their privates: open, shut. Nothing we hadnít seen before. Sequined, celestial: sissy-folk slip out, in. Bird-women. Fly-boys. Starkers, snootfull of smooch. Hoodwinked? Ha! Nothing we hadnít tried. False face, nudish: each pricked veil, each spangled spread. Diddling disguises--nothing we hadnít worn: romance, lubricity. Cupidís eye-patch, coruscant. Fly-by-nights. Short-falls. Bats swallow their pleasures. Lippy muzzles, scintillant, leap to the eye. Under the suck-guttle, under the glut: feel it--the crawling skin.
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