Musing on a Certain Sexual Encounter

Fucking You to The Beat of Science Fiction

This morning I came to in a puddle of sweat

Drenched in the putridity of last night’s escapade

My eyes stung with the memories of

Flashes of

Moments of your vulnerability

SICK SICK SICK

And the coffee tasted of my own insecurities

The morning sun didnt even show her face

She hid from me like themany masks disguise

Veracity with just a tiny bit of lace

So I sit…and I sip…And I smile through bitten lips

BLEED BLEED BLEED

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