I snogged a man in Reno
just to see
you cry, the night as hot as rutting boar
I spurred the fucking on like Henry Vee
For he today that
sheds his seed with me
shall be my lover through the winter’s sleet
shall be my lover through the winter’s sleet
when frost has settled
on the linden tree
and you have lost your love among conceits
How many times hast thou got laid this
week?
I’ve done it fifteen times. I swallow night
and day a dish best served at body heat
I like it best when it is short and trite
when strangers improvise on a divan
ignoring anyone who has a plan
AW
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