- Erotic Poetry
- Struggle
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I sit upon this porcelain throne.
Cold. A shiver runs up my back, causing my teeth to chatter.
Straining in vain for a sweet release.
I take a breath. I exhale.
Flushed.
A single tear runs down my cheek.
My legs stretched out. Extended.
My feet pressing hard against the door in front of me.
And then something.
A sound.
An echo.
All tension relieved.
I sigh.
I look into the throne for the fruits of my labor.
Nothing.
My reflection stares back at me from the watery abyss.
All is lost.
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