She's never been this down before
laying upon ruffled bedsheets
absentmindedly twisting her hair
naked except for wrinkled panties
and one silver earring


she could be sexy but the pervasive
air of gloom wafting off her skin
destroys any opportunity for
turgidity


"No," she whispers, "no I won't, not again.
It hurts now, you must stop."

Still, after her pleas
I feel a familiar stirring


Her eyes bulge and the vein in
her temple throbs as I walk
slowly toward

my keyboard.

02/14/2012

Posted on 02/15/2012
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