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Soft

A thread of insincerity floats to the ground, A soft blue sparkling thirty inches of mohair, A cat toy or a half a fringe or something else, Stretched from door jamb to door jamb, Iron tacks holding it taunt – … Continue reading

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Instead of Cataloging I was Daydreaming About What We Did Two Weeks Ago

Looking over to the library storage closet door, As the Viagra clock ticks, I imagine how it was; I am on the floor, You kicking me hard across the slick tiles. (Robert is so floor-proud, like a pervie housewife, Never … Continue reading

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Next Time

How was I to know? The curve of your waist, And then your ass as wide as a snowy field, I tramp along, my hands gripping the edges of you, Rubbing my cunt over your boots, Tall black boots and … Continue reading

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