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Clumsy, drunken and fumbling,
we fall together; a mere distraction.
Revelling in unknown flesh
and too oft repeated rituals;
destroy a moment of beauty.
Grappling, we are as automata,
each gasp of pleasure a deception.
Your mouth consumes me.
My eyes are violent and wanton.
Climax is the signal to withdraw.
After, I feel empty and sated
while you pull on your underwear.
I stare at the wall.
You pretend you’re shy,
and turn your body away.
Clumsy, fumbling and failing,
we retreat to simpler distractions.
You mime the usual lie.
I repeat the line with fidelity:
crushing loneliness and regret.
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Posted by badlydrawnstickman on 2008-02-24 21:03:23 | Rating: | Views: 66
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you even turn bad, emotionless sexual encounter into a wonderful poem,
brilliant xxx
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Posted by missmarie
on 2008-02-25 20:24:28
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Very interesting Stickman.
You are good at letting a woman see inside of a man's heart.
You show the best part of a man's heart.
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2008-02-27 01:13:59
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