What is it like in your pussy
when your eyes see my dick begin
in a literal process of longing for you
with nothing between our skins, no threadbare
excuse
for delay? or of course, with nothing to say
what we must do. Not in eloquent gestures
or words and such, no growing insistence,
except when
and if. So rudely polite, in
unsecret wish.
Is it like oh yay,
here we go
again?
And if so
is that happy,
sarcastic, or patiently
zen?
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