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Six Degrees of Sex Addiction
submitted to calamatygin's "Six Degrees of Separation" competition...though I did not follow the rules
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Six degrees?
Who needs six, give me one...
I'll show you on my knees
on my back
no matter position
backtrack, sidetrack; wise crack
[smile]
so slanted
looking back on days past
always disenchanted
Name a place
anyplace and my mind
connects, somehow, a face
or a cock
measuring each season -
a hand-span on a clock
Life measured
on who, how and why, or
how often I've pleasured
Here, I laugh
what a tangled, twisted
crestfallen chronograph
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.
.
Six degrees?
Who needs six, give me one...
I'll show you on my knees
on my back
no matter position
backtrack, sidetrack; wise crack
[smile]
so slanted
looking back on days past
always disenchanted
Name a place
anyplace and my mind
connects, somehow, a face
or a cock
measuring each season -
a hand-span on a clock
Life measured
on who, how and why, or
how often I've pleasured
Here, I laugh
what a tangled, twisted
crestfallen chronograph
.
.
.
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