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In polite society, I was born before 1999 and know
You oughtn’t make mention of wanting to be fucked
Then behind your clean starched mask, you tilt wildly
Stringing sentences with unevenly matched Japanese pearls
Wanting to reduce the sauce and toss your marrow
Spilling on good clean table cloth
Pent up urges
…
Good girls with breeding
Even those with tattoos and bar bells
Have no karaoke for the need to be sexed
It’s unacceptable
Unless you’re a muse of Mira Nedyalkova
To show your keening before nightfall
If indeed there is a room for
The un-beautiful cast offs
Dampening their secret gyrate
When the door bell chimes
And lust must be folded against bedtime book
Empty beds, careless marriages
They stopped touching you, as the record ended
Scratching against needle in the sleeping dark of disinterest
…
Still you had unquenchable thirst
Standing by the window watching swallows…
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TheFeatheredSleep 
Yeah, I think you’re definitely back. There’s no doubt about that, especially when reading these lines:
“And I felt your mouth measure my climb
Into the breast of a cloud, oxygen deprived, no cry is heard
But the cymbals of holding back are loosed
Falling a great weight, your fingers entwined into my roots
…
I waited beyond my lifetime for someone like you
To open my need, pull me into you, set me free
For as we live, we hide the place we found
Ourselves that first time the sky splitting wide
Beneath the tree with fingers inside, stroking to climax
That unbearable feeling of being alive”
💙
Thank you my friend 💓
You’re quite welcome. *nods*
Wonderful as ever. I wish I’d known this in my teens 🙂
“Scratching against needle in the sleeping dark of disinterest”
Ahhh. ❤
You are a good friend thank you so much for reading my work and caring – I appreciate you