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Click hereHe dropped his pencil
and I picked it up
and then he dropped it again
I looked up
as he looked down
my shirt
That was my first hint of reality
Kissing me on the mouth
a tongue probing to penetrate
I hit and kicked then
he released me
That was my second taste of reality
Drinking a bit too much
I lay down on a friend’s bed
waking up with my pants half-down
a man next to me
Begging me to swallow reality
Burning and aching
pleading for him to stop
then lying listless
beneath his fuck
He forced me to swallow reality
that made me swallow... had my attention from begining to end... THAT IS MOTION ! -sweet GA peaches -
Read it and ran away, came back and read it again. Strong, nice, not many poems make me bolt. I came back to tell you it did.
Drinking a bit too much
I lay down on a friend’s bed
waking up with my pants half-down
a man next to me
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great image.
proposes one thing and it conveys a dual voice. very nice work i've been seeing from you........don