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Tonight


I’m at a friend’s house, my dad dropped me off for a sleepover I’m 16 these kinds of things are arbitrary. I agreed to go because since mom died dad’s been dealing with this woman who he says I’ll meet … Continue reading

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About last night


You came by unannounced. Lucky for you my kid’s at a sleepover, you wanna sleepover. Looking over my shoulder you watch me cook dinner: meat & greens. The music reverberates across the walls. You hug me asking if we’ll ever … Continue reading

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dick is a distraction


I don’t know if you heard me, Dick is a distraction whenever you get something going enter this distraction looking as tempting as that shiny red apple in the garden of Eden. You’re grinding away at work, school, home or … Continue reading

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This is what you do


This is what you’ve reduced me to Laying in bed. Thinking about your legs wrapped around my head. How dare you enter my dream space demanding my services. Caressing my skin Begging for a quickie, Your last class just left … Continue reading

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The sex is great, ┬ábut not really


You’re great in bed, I mean you give great head bit there is something wrong. You don’t communicate, eunouciate, or pontificate. Checking for clues from you is misleading, confusing and my own undoing. We don’t have shit in common but … Continue reading

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Can you hear me


Here’s the thing you never understood.  She’s just a friend bit you’re my girlfriend. Me & her talk about you in the sense that I need a sounding board, you both know how I’m liable to say just about anything.  … Continue reading

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last call


these voices aren’t yours no matter how much i scream. these hands will never feel like yours, even as they grip me these lips on me can’t be as sweet as you no matter the number of kisses left on … Continue reading

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