Love-Making

He strokes my back just the way I like. And then

he doesn’t look at me. Head turned away.

Laughing at my soul. That’s my kinda love. Puts

the biggest smile on my face. Makes me cum all

down my left leg. Leaves me aching in agonizing

empty. The hollow I know as home. The hollow

in which I wallow. The hollow I decorate with

red lipstick. The hollow I lock shut. Tight. Bright.

Bring on the light. Above my headboard tonight.

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