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O u c h.
You have been s l e e pless
for days
Today is Sunday
She is
-thirty
-a divorcee
-poor
and
r e a d y
for the next step
in your l o v e
where things disappeared
clothes-distance-shame
and were replaced by
libido-leather-lust
c-l-i-c-k
and you
s
l
i
d
e
(into) your
rabbit-hole
The olive green
of your (inbox)
excites you
and in
y o u r
momentous desperation
you c-l-i-c-k
gulp the private message
with blood travelling
at the speed of thought
and again
on the 'view me' option
r e a d y
to take
your role
of a voyeur
an opportunist-
a loner-oppresor
a lover
from the richer nation
with more
GDP
scope
growth
power
and
y
o
u
w a i t
your credit card
handy-in your reach
just
in case
next to the tube of lube
KY Jelly it r e a d s
Y
o
u
w a i t
some-more
may be you want
a smile-some skin
then some more
heat-tit-clit
rub around the nub
may be more
wishful thinking
and-then
a giant hard-on
bursting out
of a denim
barely
there
w
e
l
c
o
m
e
s
y o u
w
i
t
h
a middle finger
You close the window
and breathe and try to
have the facts ready
for the next tryst
You regain your
composure
go back-search-smile
moving in a little
c l o s e r.
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