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2020 - 1st of the 1st .

       
New Years Eve , twenny twenny        
rough with alchohol,        
rough with sex,        
rough with narcotics,        
(we don't talk of.)      
         
Woke on the first;        
a heavy leg          
weighing down          
across my chest        
         
Dead eyes opened  
to her sticky holes, smiling at me    
foot against my cheek        
Saw the bruises on her ass        
thought...        
"fuck, maybe          
a little too rough!"        
         
My cock was dead.        
No wood left in it.        
         
Couldn't stir a muscle under the weight
of her deathly        
slumber        
         
She must have been sleeping          
in a darkness        
putting all her fires out!        
         
I waited three hours        
Listened to the wildest        
rambles,        
The type of sleep talking        
people only do        
in a comfort zone        
of freedom        
         
Took the time          
to study hair        
falling over her face          
and          
down her back        
         
Took the time to          
study myself          
My limp cock        
just lay there in her palm        
         
Decided.        
Committed...        
to spending the year        
writing the exams        
passing the tests        
and finding a way        
to keep          
         
that ass        
wrinkles, bumps and dimples        
         
as part of    
daily life        
         
We'll just keep her.        
         
She fits in well here!
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