Linda Lovelace could suck a cock.
She claimed later to have been
unwilling. We watched her. She seemed
excited. Retrospect rape. Feeling caught
up and unaware of agenda. If hindsight is 20/20,
why is their always skepticism? Legs and mouth
open, weight of bricked down being, emptied of
pride and essence, no voice to spill the word
no. Learning to lean back and go into the mind
and find the spirits of the men with guns who
were trusted. Who don't jack-lily impose. Even
if we want to die, is it moral for someone
to oblige slowly?
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