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Jul 2018
i'm not even going to *******
this one out like a nabokov,
catching butter-fluriers...
i'll try to be adolescent having
a memory...
       the mortal kombat
sountrack...
            and instead catching moths...
or rahter...
       she's the younger sister
of a girl i...
  did the versailles sale of
a princess test...
    god... ******* ****** women?
it's like turning your phallus
into a scalpel...
              but it was love at first
sight... and if i lived
in an: arranged marriage society?
then maybe...
   but ******* two sisters
in one lifetime?
                   kinda ****** up...
******* a ****** is no fun,
it's ugly, it's scary,
it's... turning your "****" into
a shrimp...
     and once you do...
you start thinking:
so why didn't she get off with a *****,
to begin with?
  is that like a...
time binding economy
that... somehow requires
consecration from the choir
boy **** teasers?!
isn't the vatican, the only homosexual
state?
    don't know, wouldn't ask...
too busy with the ****-mortem
of bulgarian prostitutes
faking being romanian...
         that leg... wrapping itself
around my torso...
   that chilling example of
                skin, confined to a thigh?
i may be mortal...
  but this memory?
                it's eternal...
                   i really want to
remember her name...
  but she lied...
     so i really can't...
   lies?
   lies = bad memory...
   lies do not allow a memorißation...
but there is the remaining
touch...
   the engulfing leg over
the torso...

           that subliminal kiss...
like a squid... digesting
both flesh and teeth...
              
      ever
                   kissed a *******?
and not write a marcel schwob novel?
moi....
              the thrill comes...
when she's really...
really.. nymphomaniac... eager...
to attire a part of you in rubber...
and you resist...

   and then you play...
   teasing her... for a kiss...
and you manage to receive
a 1950s... hollywood: hold on casablanca
type of smooch...

         and it's a kiss like it
might be an 17th century medicinal
take on leeches...
        
  a kiss that leaves you toothless...
which is why...
i never understood the american
concept of a striptease...

or whatever **** is, or became...

what is so american,
that isn't wordly,
than what is a strip-club...
that isn't a belgian brothel?

nul.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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