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Come To Me Obscenity
Get off my dream. Come to me
Obscenity. I was sixteen,
First, feeling her breath
then shadow,
at a quarter past dawn.
Awaking to the musk
of nocturnal drips
and inuendoes.
Then she mounted me.
Knowing our secret
comes from the hatbox
between her thighs
as mom kissed me.
Then off the school,
to return to my mom,
Obscenity.
Obscenity. I was sixteen,
First, feeling her breath
then shadow,
at a quarter past dawn.
Awaking to the musk
of nocturnal drips
and inuendoes.
Then she mounted me.
Knowing our secret
comes from the hatbox
between her thighs
as mom kissed me.
Then off the school,
to return to my mom,
Obscenity.
Published 9th Aug 2022
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