Staszek The Strangler

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Staszek the Strangler stalked silently,

Subdued, Selma sat in soft satin,

She stroked shining shocks of short silver,

Smoothly, serpentine strands slowly slackened.

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Sinfully skilled, surreptitiously,

Stifling Selma’s soft sighing,

A single squeeze seemly sufficient,

Stoic, Staszek stood soundlessly smiling.

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