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Being male, I wander Mom dares not wonder What kind of monsters she birthed She brought her own equipment I was aggressive but shy Her womb is the most magnificent Temple I’ve ever visited There is nowhere else I want to be Sister insisted I stiffened then gave in Children tease, squeal, scamper Adults know unspeakable reality Dizziness of first love Mayhem, ****** Solemn whisper of infinity After an uncertain age, No one wants you anymore Old women bond Confer their anger Old men tread alone She knew from moment he laid eyes on her, she had him. She wore no make-up, anemic complexion, chin and jawline slightly broken out with red spots, cobalt blue irises, aquiline nose, hair dyed dark, fuzz-balled scarf, light blue fluffy sweater, big buttons, canvas shoulder bag, skinny jeans, leather boots, little boney black dog with ashen appointments. Instantly he fell in love. He confessed, “Your Chinese Crested pup stole my heart.” In *********** position, neither lover sees other’s face. The top sees backside. The bottom sees what? He didn’t know. She unlocks the door. He enters room. She tells him what to do, making demands. He follows her orders. She questions, “Why do we dance to these tunes?” He answers, “I want to smell your smells, **** drink your darkest juices.” She articulates, “Stay,” then kisses him goodbye. She wakes wearing his ring, around her neck. They are each other’s slaves. Ceiling leaks, floor creaks, light beams through window as they waltz arm in arm. She demands, “I want roast rack of lamb, or thinly sliced Serrano ham on buttered toast for dinner. And then I want to go home alone. I need some down time, away from you. I don’t belong to you, ********* Deep in financial debt, he hands the waiter his debit card.
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 9:45 PM UTC
Can We Possibly Be Friends Again, Or Conflicted Codependent Fantasy Involving Woman I Just Met And Hardly Know - 2013 M.R.R.
Being male, I wander Mom dares not wonder What kind of monsters she birthed She brought her own equipment I was aggressive but shy Her womb is the most magnificent Temple I’ve ever visited There is nowhere else I want to be Sister insisted I stiffened then gave in Children tease, squeal, scamper Adults know unspeakable reality Dizziness of first love Mayhem, ****** Solemn whisper of infinity After an uncertain age, No one wants you anymore Old women bond Confer their anger Old men tread alone She knew from moment he laid eyes on her, she had him. She wore no make-up, anemic complexion, chin and jawline slightly broken out with red spots, cobalt blue irises, aquiline nose, hair dyed dark, fuzz-balled scarf, light blue fluffy sweater, big buttons, canvas shoulder bag, skinny jeans, leather boots, little boney black dog with ashen appointments. Instantly he fell in love. He confessed, “Your Chinese Crested pup stole my heart.” In *********** position, neither lover sees other’s face. The top sees backside. The bottom sees what? He didn’t know. She unlocks the door. He enters room. She tells him what to do, making demands. He follows her orders. She questions, “Why do we dance to these tunes?” He answers, “I want to smell your smells, **** drink your darkest juices.” She articulates, “Stay,” then kisses him goodbye. She wakes wearing his ring, around her neck. They are each other’s slaves. Ceiling leaks, floor creaks, light beams through window as they waltz arm in arm. She demands, “I want roast rack of lamb, or thinly sliced Serrano ham on buttered toast for dinner. And then I want to go home alone. I need some down time, away from you. I don’t belong to you, ********* Deep in financial debt, he hands the waiter his debit card.
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 9:45 PM UTC
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