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Dripping.

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.