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Mens rea

There's just something
so wickedly wanton
about lying here
on the kitchen table,
back arched,
hands replacing the bra
you ripped off,
one stocking limp around my calf,
the other gone to parts unknown,
hair brushing the ground,
watching you
come closer...
to coming closer...
and

begging

you

to take the fucking
money shot already

before I fall off the table
and
(please)

fall into you.
Written by Betty
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