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Apr 2015
He mounts me
And for once, I actually let him take control
As our skin meets
And around and round we roll

I let him slide right through
And together, we make art
Something so strong and true
Not even my hatred can tear it apart

Speeds change, love is made
This isn't just *******, this is real
I roll him on his back and moaning fades
As I tell him for once how I truly feel

And as I feel human- so small and and weak
A tear falls from my eyes and lands on his cheek...
Arlo Disarray
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