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Dripping
Folder:
I Walk Naked Into a Cloud
Words like soft skin cream
worked like nails into the skin.
I cannot even number the many times
I fucked you.
Or did we make love?
Maybe.
But for me, truly
I fucked you
until I
screamed
with misplaced
resentments.
Each thrust like a
hammer driving
a nail
into my brain.
My cock.
Limp and slightly damp
with your woman juices.
"Fuck you" I moan with
every intention
of never letting
you know my desire.
