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the pink sink
Pink Sink
The house I bought was owned by a woman
her bathroom was pink and a faint whiff of
womanhood lingered: and I got an affinity to
the pink sink. It was the only, as I lived alone
at the time, that saw my many erections and
subsequent ejaculations.
This unfit love affair was too much to bear
for the poor sink; developed a deep crack and
leaked. I decided to go for a white bathroom
and called a plumber. The white sink looked
innocent like a nunnery´s loo. No, I could not
do it as it felt like to outrage to innocence,
which proves pink is more, sinfully sexy.
I often dream of my pink sink something not
properly expressed between us, and I remember
the callous way the plumber through my sink
on the dumpster, I couldn´t say: be careful with
my lover. Now my bathroom smells of manly piss
and open toilet lid.
The house I bought was owned by a woman
her bathroom was pink and a faint whiff of
womanhood lingered: and I got an affinity to
the pink sink. It was the only, as I lived alone
at the time, that saw my many erections and
subsequent ejaculations.
This unfit love affair was too much to bear
for the poor sink; developed a deep crack and
leaked. I decided to go for a white bathroom
and called a plumber. The white sink looked
innocent like a nunnery´s loo. No, I could not
do it as it felt like to outrage to innocence,
which proves pink is more, sinfully sexy.
I often dream of my pink sink something not
properly expressed between us, and I remember
the callous way the plumber through my sink
on the dumpster, I couldn´t say: be careful with
my lover. Now my bathroom smells of manly piss
and open toilet lid.
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