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The cabin in which I live is quiet It is dark just moonlight in through the window I am falling fast to sleep When I notice on the cold white wall A black and yellow wasp was walking He is a perfect specimen An abdomen the size of a pinhead A long his stinger is settled at the end of a long thin connection He seemed so fragile almost delicate An elegant warrior female I grabbed a jar And a piece of white paper I caught him on the cold wall She jabbed at the walls of the jar And against the white paper In the light of the moon She panics and fights I watch her for a while I hold my hand beneath the paper And pull it apart She sees her moment The pleasure of the **** She's stung a thousand times Each time more pleasurable than the last Until here right now She fights for all her worth Piercing into my flesh Like a heated nail Her sting is so deep Even the bones ache on the first sting Then again And again with all her might Five times Nine times I laugh at the pain creeping up my arm A muffled laugh when suddenly a knock at the door Just enough time to hide her before -the orderly slides open the hatch "Nurses said they heard noises down here." "Oh nothing in here." I smile in euphoria He shuts the slide and yells "Close that window, that's how bugs get in here"
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May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 7:08 PM UTC
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The cabin in which I live is quiet It is dark just moonlight in through the window I am falling fast to sleep When I notice on the cold white wall A black and yellow wasp was walking He is a perfect specimen An abdomen the size of a pinhead A long his stinger is settled at the end of a long thin connection He seemed so fragile almost delicate An elegant warrior female I grabbed a jar And a piece of white paper I caught him on the cold wall She jabbed at the walls of the jar And against the white paper In the light of the moon She panics and fights I watch her for a while I hold my hand beneath the paper And pull it apart She sees her moment The pleasure of the **** She's stung a thousand times Each time more pleasurable than the last Until here right now She fights for all her worth Piercing into my flesh Like a heated nail Her sting is so deep Even the bones ache on the first sting Then again And again with all her might Five times Nine times I laugh at the pain creeping up my arm A muffled laugh when suddenly a knock at the door Just enough time to hide her before -the orderly slides open the hatch "Nurses said they heard noises down here." "Oh nothing in here." I smile in euphoria He shuts the slide and yells "Close that window, that's how bugs get in here"
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Equatorial Guinean
May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 7:08 PM UTC
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