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that kid

the one who sneaks in without paying
the first kid to use tongue on unsuspecting girl
during forth kiss
piss in rival gas tank
steal heart of best friends wife and mistress
all grown up
wanting the both at once
asking for disaster

~

hearing voices

smart babe
gorgeous
night terrors
never talk like that when wakeful
at nite slut male, pejorative creep
only leg and tit and mind
lift and listen, obey or don’t just have one
now and now and now

~

I love your feet
they hold you
they taste good from cross trainers
better pumps
don’t they feel good holding you bent?
our double heads meet, solve, no more war
always peace and dirt between toes, forever

~

draping
casting shadow
trout whip
upper body
trunk wrap
lure lost

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AngelineAngelineabout 20 years ago
This is just alluring, sp

and about the allure of wanting more that one knows is good for oneself--ultimately even the lure is lost. I love this part best--

I love your feet

they hold you

they taste good from cross trainers

better pumps

don?t they feel good holding you bent?

~ S.

champagne1982champagne1982about 20 years ago
moments

You capture something early. I glimpse it and then I find it destroyed in your list at the end. Instead of evoking imagery I find myself skipping it, annoyed, because all it is, is words.

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