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Leave it on.

by Johnny Crimson

They wandered far beyond the path
back to a time when the Giants roamed
and told tall tales of tiny men making
bad decisions.

Fabled fables about the coming of storms
and the screams of lust in the middle of swamps.
Rape guide books with crumpled, numbered pages.
Sticky picture diagrams posted on newspaper walls.
Instructional speeches of intentional force tapes play on a loop
in this apartment.

The angle of attack.

What exactly you'll hit her with.

The choke and smile method.

The optional bag and fuck scenario.

The denim crotch rip and stick maneuver. **(much skill required for this one)**

Scraping the juice from her eyes off my Reebok's I'm
reminded of a spring mornings dew or the perspiration
on her shoulder blades
and just thinking of you fully clothed gets me off.

12/10/2009

Posted on 12/11/2009
Copyright © 2025 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Nanette Bellman on 12/11/09 at 07:29 AM

Wow. I was hanging onto the seat of my pants for this once. Great work.

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