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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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