Non-Erotic PoetryAndre'when I caress the hairs growing out of his neck
he stands still, erect and at peace at once
his whining stops and all nature drips
from his dull masculine senses
what a guy, what a companion
eat, drink, savoring a bitches hind
he saunters, head down leering
for fresh meat in the night
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