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you shifted your weight like a hunter when you saw me— dead eyes, dead aim. straight and true, like a well-told lie, sliding off the tongue with just enough rhythm to sound like gospel. a lottery in balance, measured only at the close of things. that look of yours— it’s a glass cannon, and I swear I see a crack. come on, baby— give it to me. take your shot. aim for the chest while my heart swings open like a rusted gate on its last hinges. make me think twice about getting too close to your kind again. bare your teeth— smile. let that decoy body pull me in while your hands steady, while your breath slows, while you line it all up. exhale. squeeze. BANG— a clean **** I’m yours. now drag me home, lay me out, and do what you do best.
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Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 9:01 AM UTC
on the prowl
you shifted your weight like a hunter when you saw me— dead eyes, dead aim. straight and true, like a well-told lie, sliding off the tongue with just enough rhythm to sound like gospel. a lottery in balance, measured only at the close of things. that look of yours— it’s a glass cannon, and I swear I see a crack. come on, baby— give it to me. take your shot. aim for the chest while my heart swings open like a rusted gate on its last hinges. make me think twice about getting too close to your kind again. bare your teeth— smile. let that decoy body pull me in while your hands steady, while your breath slows, while you line it all up. exhale. squeeze. BANG— a clean **** I’m yours. now drag me home, lay me out, and do what you do best.
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37/M/Texas
Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 9:01 AM UTC
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