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Click and capture
my this her that
and whisper suggestions low

she moves me

Her eye fire sears
wild eye sweat blinds
demanding more
"More!"

You gather tongue and pen
scratching scrawling
inspiration
she grows, inflates,
flows with your fuel
superhuman proportions

she demands
you describe
plans of your turn
with flesh
mine modest and
flowing with flash exposure

What angers her?

She glares
"Get it right, get it right"
applying clips and clamps
wires here and there
captive

Sweat drips on page
blurs intention

I beg she demands
"Write it, write us!"

Looks over shoulder
"Capture us!"

Your voice quivers
words stutter
and pour over
desperate.

time passes
she moves me
her eyes close
listens to your words

"Repeat"

yes, finally yes.

removes clips and clamps
wires, binds and ties
frees you from your ring

"Go on, take her
you are both done"

Lights cigarette
fingers through your blue journal
clicking pen between teeth.

you kiss wounds
drink tears
rewrite time
on skin colored canvas

we are released
and we are released.

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jthserrajthserraabout 20 years ago
Oh yes...

so good, so erotic, so I wish I wrote it. Too good...

jim :)

AnonymousAnonymousabout 20 years ago
jealous bitch

holding is holding, you have us and you let us fly without guidance slamming into tall masonry fa?ade. what a bitch you are you make us so open and then comes this other. your true one? leave this league of women or dive at us full spread willing and eager

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