Archive for the Dirty Category
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Hey you – surefire. I’ve seen you here before. I’ve seen you under my eyelids. You come and go and come and go like the neighbourhood stray. Lithe and warm and sunken under my fingertips, as if having never been touched. I hear your box of bees buzzing and know that this is meaningful. This is real. Each action begets a reaction – and this is me, reacting. Tell me that you like it.
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Is thinking about the raspin’ again… knowing it’ll chain scrape rattle snake cough in the morning… and wanting it regardless. THAT – or the bleeding goodness of total blindness… without pain… or thought for the man I seek to please. Only time will tell… will I go to bed without?