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My Hard Morning

These are the mornings
- overcast and requiring no need
to race into the busyness

I can lie here,
in the slow simmer
of my erection forming

on thoughts undone
and instances to come

no hurry
to touch myself

preferring to bask
in that slight thrill
blossoming

This exercise of restraint,
affords one
to linger in that world
of offered availabilities

the bottleneck of desire
bloating this flesh
to the stiffest point

I am blinded
to any possible recipients,
that mystery driving me

deeper,

harder

into a hedonistic abyss
of the sweetest depravity







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