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She wants me
to cum with her
but I just want
to hear her,
moaning like the wind,
billowing hard
against the rocks,
the blowhole
of Ensenada.

She tells me that
I have to listen,
and she tells me
everything she is feeling.

I hear her incantations
her voice is like lighter pine
takes off raging
whipped licking
surrounding and livid
fingers and fondling
breathing fire
and melting hot steel.

I talk all around her
low speaking her next flight
navigating her exit
into the stratosphere.

Her Icarus plummet
landing her Oceanside
wasted and yearning,
wanting round 3
and a bath.

She splatter graphs
her journey
in an eloquent equation,
asymptotically relating
to a near death experience,
and reels into station
in time for her treatment.
water and bubbles
and prayers for the dead.

She tells me
to send her the bill.

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