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Death of love
At the door
Of our little
Home
At 1:30 am
After a month
And a half
I saw
Your face
And
Was
Aroused.
The
Next
Moment
I was
All over
You.
Licking, kissing
Touching, feeling
The presence
That was
Absent
For an
Epoch now.
And you
After first
Two minutes
Shooed me away
With the
Burden of files.
The rant
Of the
Boss,
A constant
Reminder:
You are a
Machine,
A robot.
Behave
Like one.
Of our little
Home
At 1:30 am
After a month
And a half
I saw
Your face
And
Was
Aroused.
The
Next
Moment
I was
All over
You.
Licking, kissing
Touching, feeling
The presence
That was
Absent
For an
Epoch now.
And you
After first
Two minutes
Shooed me away
With the
Burden of files.
The rant
Of the
Boss,
A constant
Reminder:
You are a
Machine,
A robot.
Behave
Like one.
Published 23rd Feb 2016
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