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Click herethere is no nice way to say it
"fucking a stranger"
fucking a stranger
is like Ben-Gay
yes, ben gay
at the time
all about the burn
the tingle
mindless
pure sensation
leaving behind the
blissful
numbness of death,
of non-existence
I would never do this
so I must not exist,
thank God
I think this as
he rubs his lotion
into my skin
once for the numb
once for the armor
I feel invincible to the pain
held in the open palm
of my true lover,
just waiting for the clench...
numb, protected,
I feel untouchable
for about
ten minutes
which is ten more
than I had before
This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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The essence of the surge of the fling so perfectly captured I can feel it.
how you got it just right. A place to visit, but ya wouldn't wanna live there. Thank you SR
over here...oh God, this is painful poem and only someone who has done it could ever know the hollow feeling of being there and not **being** at the exact same time..you captured it PERFECTLY, I am sooo sad to say....
I love strangers, don't know what kind of lovers they
make, but for a short while thay can juice you up and
send you away happy. This poem juiced me up.