Contributor: jk lowell
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freely I walk in and out
glancing around to find your
blood soaked panties on the ground.
how inviting.
an utter easement washes.
but you don’t.
which I like.
the dirt sits patiently unmoved,
dust sprinkled across the ass of your
thong and I smile, hungry.
Is it the sharp blade silver edged
fork in my mouth or the fact
that its home is between your
legs opposed to my jaw?
I never wipe the crust off from my lips
when you finish why should I?
I have you to do it for me.
welcome me into the filth and dribble
because its where i can let my cock
out loose and not think twice.
or once.
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Canadian poet studying avant-garde and American poetry at York Universi...
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