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We drunk patrons, suspended


clasped into a clumsy swirl

Our palms grasping

dormant skin and bone,

merge our lips, slathered

by grotesque kisses,

lick, graze the shameful alcoves

of our legs

brushing aside hair

permitting our fingers to traverse

Yours, furiously combing my head,

and yielding

once you enter me

and exit

and allow your insatiable hands

to consume me

in a pathetic, naked embrace.

Born and raised in CA. Film, literature, music, poetry, mostly gay/queer/GSM topics. Stick around if I haven’t bored you yet.

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