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Over The Bridge

My eyes shut wide open,
cherry red light bulbs blink
with window taps and high heels-

I imagine what she will feel like
every time I penetrate her.

Its so hard! To speak      
when your abdomen vibrates      
more and more and more;      
Each breath a waterfall.      
     
I fall into her stagnant canal,
with a kiss behind closed curtains

as the old men walk in
for their morning pick-me-up
and old ladies wait for the prose
I'll never give.      
     
Written by mbass33 (matthew bass)
Published | Edited 10th Jan 2015
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