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Dysfunction

Her hips sway to the rhythm
as she grinds her body on mine

her creative juices
permeate the senses
but when I take out my pen
the words fall soft

my thoughts are scrambled
as I inhale the nectar

now I wonder how long
it's gonna take
for her to leave me again
out of frustration

and I ache to get it out
but I can't seem to get it in
Written by 0bs3ss3dp0ss3ss3d (William Colten Sorrells)
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