Feb 2014
These nights
are like
Harlots.
Each one
promising
a new type
of fantasy,
to be reused
over and
over.
Without
any type
of caressing
or shame.
are like
Harlots.
Each one
promising
a new type
of fantasy,
to be reused
over and
over.
Without
any type
of caressing
or shame.
(San Pedro Ca.)
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