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There’s truly 
only one way
to soothe this 
my burning ache. 
Still high
from last night
I can feel her
how long it took
to please Me.  
Her time
she guards
all secretly. 
I liked how
she touched
in a different way.  
We’re out there
alone 
in the night-sky
kissing the girl
kissing the boy
her aggressive tone
knowing exactly
what it is
she’s giving. 
Taking the shot
I don’t mind
being her
pleasure source
thick words
coupled with
long exaggerated 
sentences. 
She’s My safe place
where it’s ok
to spit. 
Heavy eyes
buried in on her
watching the display
convincing myself
she’s this real
brought forth
from my 
make believe. 
She turns,
out against 
strong shoulders
hands tangled
in knotted hair. 
This is
the budding rush
the wonderful electric 
strict machine.  
In love,
perhaps,
for the first 
real time
in centuries.