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scorched punches
colliding with tinted thrusts
make very safe threats
certain nothing will be done
not while she lacks excuse
so she shacks up mean hard
in an immediately out
of order for part of a bed
and a ride down and at once
both willing and willed
then catching him empty
so watching him lost
while convincing him pushed
until taking him cursed
before letting him bound
as though loving him mine
though she won't be found
on the way there untouched
ready to be all spread out:
a poem fucked not understood
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yeah so with a name an address a phone number another stop along the road keeping company with her winnings in a hip pocket, she locked the door behind her and stepped out for a walk
Its always good to have back up.
The origins of the word fuck, rooted in (to smite) could be considered a violent act.
Not that there’s understanding from anyone outside yourself.
Makes one think twice about saying things like, “Hey wanna fuck?”
it’s been too long you’ve been silent. I look in on you periodically. I trust that yr respite
brings you some peace, rest and renewal