I As Her

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Lessons Learned

I am accustomed

to being his whore,

transitioning from

innocent kisses

to clawed fingernails

in his back.



Hipbones meet

in the junction of

eager thighs and

even more willing

crevices.



I ride him with reason

fumbling away tears,

melting in the cold

of his climax.

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