Archive for the The Book of Minx Category
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Way down over a sharp edge
a pitted void and bottom-less tumbling
we fall into a kiss
and move against the world
against a time
I would cry for you.
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Body parts
Doll, baby
Work my bends
and bending for you
plastic
hard slapping plastic
and it’s fucking fantastic
I’ll take it all.
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He touches my throat
I tell him it hurts, here
The place the blood
Shows my intention
the shimmy-shayed peacock
Though, I’m not the peacock
Just. Holding the cock
And loving him
smelling it
on me.