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she didn't see the world roll its' eyes
we've done the ex-partners,
friends with benefits thing
for this last year, and it worked
being a pair of volatile beakers
respecting friendship and chemistry
enough to stretch civility
right up to the point
of explosion
cool.
She has fucked other fellas, with limited
jealousy on my part, and as rich as gravy
we poured along swimmingly.
Everything went the way of mostly kosher
until one fella, that I can no longer call friend,
decided he wanted to chat up my lab mate.
No need to explain why certain lines
are never brought up, let alone broached, so I say,
"Sure, why not, have at it". Didn't much care for the dude,
more of a historical obligation, and felt zero to negative
threatening vibes from him. Her however, I respect, hate and love.
She usually has impeccable taste, and as sure as shit owns stink,
I thought we would share a laugh. We didn't.
Lines were crossed, and my laugh is working hand to mouth.
Better for the long term, last laughs laugh best and such,
but a terrifying brutality seems to be stowing away
in wait for this chuckle.
I want to fuck her
but not in the fun but passionate,
dirty but loving way
that we have been.
No. I imagine her on her knees
in the center of a circle of me
catching cum on tear stained cheeks
from an arsenal of war hardened cocks
that quench thirst through murder
Yes. I want to say "bitch",
and mean it. I want to pinch her ass,
as she passes by on the way to make my sandwich.
I wanted my beer ten minutes ago, and I damn near
might have to smack this bitch,
but
that is not me,
and I resent her most
in these moments
friends with benefits thing
for this last year, and it worked
being a pair of volatile beakers
respecting friendship and chemistry
enough to stretch civility
right up to the point
of explosion
cool.
She has fucked other fellas, with limited
jealousy on my part, and as rich as gravy
we poured along swimmingly.
Everything went the way of mostly kosher
until one fella, that I can no longer call friend,
decided he wanted to chat up my lab mate.
No need to explain why certain lines
are never brought up, let alone broached, so I say,
"Sure, why not, have at it". Didn't much care for the dude,
more of a historical obligation, and felt zero to negative
threatening vibes from him. Her however, I respect, hate and love.
She usually has impeccable taste, and as sure as shit owns stink,
I thought we would share a laugh. We didn't.
Lines were crossed, and my laugh is working hand to mouth.
Better for the long term, last laughs laugh best and such,
but a terrifying brutality seems to be stowing away
in wait for this chuckle.
I want to fuck her
but not in the fun but passionate,
dirty but loving way
that we have been.
No. I imagine her on her knees
in the center of a circle of me
catching cum on tear stained cheeks
from an arsenal of war hardened cocks
that quench thirst through murder
Yes. I want to say "bitch",
and mean it. I want to pinch her ass,
as she passes by on the way to make my sandwich.
I wanted my beer ten minutes ago, and I damn near
might have to smack this bitch,
but
that is not me,
and I resent her most
in these moments
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