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I conduct myself: call it wiggle room

Pulling chapped bottom lips down around town
peeling back
cracking in examination
where teeth meet
pink vulnerable delicate Cadillac gum lines

diceable tissue

I masturbate between calls
swell in prolific desire
a pulse
cat calling Death

sucking shame from a straw
until empty slurping echo's throughout the room
eyes shower and lather in suds
wire brush me off as skin in bubbles blooming buds

give verbal passcodes
access granted
strip my dignity for money
slut shame devotion doused in honey

hate my guts loathe split with passion
string my innards
strut tomboy fashion

press the issue craft more noise
want more pleasure?
bring the toys

Written by samael (Zaroff poetry)
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