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it always began like this
the need to fling it off
it always began like this
simple unvarnished erotic
tingling blood gorged rosy
gold glistening
that stomach dropping rise
and dizzying swing over
like a reckless child over
soft sweet grasses
in an endless field
it always began like this
palpating, pulsating, persistent
promise of ever vividness
it always ended the same
done, pale, flat,
finally at last alone,
pulling off
sticky sheets, pouring
laundry powders
showering in melancholy
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#2.
Why do you always have to cry
Why does he not know
Are you melancholy
No, the world is rosy
my path paved with gold
Your moods still swing
Really? You fool
I hadn't noticed my tears
Maybe one of the holistic powders
Perhaps a new lover
You look pale
I am nauseous
Maybe if I cover you
If you climb on me I will spray you with Mace
Remember when we lied in the beach grasses
That was not me you idiot! Probably a "fling" one
of those that didn't mean anything - you, with the
technique and romance of a stray tom cat!
of those that didn't mean anything - you, with the
technique and romance of a stray tom cat!
I love these erotic moments don't you?
Who says this?
