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Rejection’s Hand
She turns with an open wrist to the faucet’s hot stream,and the harder she triesto heat her bloodthe further she slips away.She fears these nightswithout any affectionconfirm she’s been turned down. The longer she lingersher fears play in her mind.In this dreamed perfectionshe’s afraid to close her eyes.Everything was triggered perceived by rejectionshe hated denial’s words.She swore…
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The Queen’s Command
Gentle imagesstain virgin pages.Pretty are his words,hands are clasped behind the back.Submission wrapped around a pencilhe was the Queen’s poet.Keeping eyes from eyes this time,while in a praying position, he begs for her control.Her swift decisions are always final.The days keep rolling,just as her popularity growsshe’s all too distant.He, in charge of her wordsbeautiful lyrics made…
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Love-drawn-Love
She came at me with a needle and tourniquet, and that addict part of me really had no other choice, but to extend my virgin side, so she could inject herself deep inside of me. A nirvana like rush my heart is dangerously close to needing a Narcan dose. We fuck for the first real…
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Drag Queen
There’s this very bold and shiny world where want-to-be girls dress up to accentuate their curves. And all of us have no real issue paying the admissions price. Crammed and popular still, we watch with a curious smile. The girls look stunningly real. It’s fun watching this crowd “who is or isn’t” one can’t help…
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Nostalgia and the Enemy Guide
Having distinct advantages for always falling forward, one can only wish to give up the control. Come to find out, this is a state of remembering a simple rest stop for now. Nostalgia still sits so heavily in our minds. We get stuck on certain positions or images. One can clearly see the manual manipulation…
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