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Mar 17
Swinging rhythmically; bloated and unsteady,
He nudges at the doorway of his desire,
And descends into darkness,
Carrying his heavy load of lust.

Beyond the bottleneck,
From where warmth and light beckon,
He hears the trill of girlish laughter,
The sound of sanctuary at play.

Pausing briefly; head cocked to one side,
He sighs with resignation,
Deposits his craving clumsily,
And withdraws deflated and defeated.

Once again.
β€˜She is a wild, tangled forest with temples and treasures concealed within.’
- John Mark Green
annh
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annh  F/Christchurch, New Zealand
(F/Christchurch, New Zealand)   
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