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Shakespeare won't Look at Me

What has become of me? I've turned into such a reprobate. Watching porn, and neglecting writing. I think of Nin and Henry Miller, turning lust and clitoral stimulation into erotic literature. And here I am... Cum stains on my laptop, and looking sadly at the miniature bust of Shakespeare on my writing desk. Even he looks disgusted.
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Written by
thomas-w-case
59 / M / Clear Lake
Published
Feb 12, 2022
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poem for word of the day by BLT...Reprobate

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#sex#lust#masturbation#erotica#literature
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