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The Red Lines and the Pattern of Wallpaper
The red lines and the pattern of the wallpaper
Behind the bed slide in and out of focus as
I slide up and down your erect shaft
Riding you towards oblivion as you arch your back
And moan.
And, many years from now
When I am old, and grey
And maybe you have passed on
To that undiscovered country
From which no traveller returns,
The nurses will tuck me in for the night
And then they will go home to fuck
Their boyfriends and their husbands
And I will lie alone my bed in the gathering gloom
Each breath taking me a moment closer
To that final, final moment.
And I will close my eyes and I will smile
As, inside my head, I see the red lines
And the pattern of the wallpaper
Behind the bed slide in and out of focus as
I slide up and down your erect shaft
Riding you towards oblivion
Behind the bed slide in and out of focus as
I slide up and down your erect shaft
Riding you towards oblivion as you arch your back
And moan.
And, many years from now
When I am old, and grey
And maybe you have passed on
To that undiscovered country
From which no traveller returns,
The nurses will tuck me in for the night
And then they will go home to fuck
Their boyfriends and their husbands
And I will lie alone my bed in the gathering gloom
Each breath taking me a moment closer
To that final, final moment.
And I will close my eyes and I will smile
As, inside my head, I see the red lines
And the pattern of the wallpaper
Behind the bed slide in and out of focus as
I slide up and down your erect shaft
Riding you towards oblivion
Published 12th Sep 2016
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12th Sep 2016 7:56am
10th Apr 2020 9:47am
Interesting to think of memorable sex acts when approaching reunion beyond this world.
