Cocksuckers 8.0



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Dear Sir,
you hold me with hand clutched
to my head as you touch and touch and touch
until I give
and suddenly open the lips, shyly obscene.

Sir, I will be yours
to touch and touch and touch
with more than mind.
I will touch and touch and touch
your cock with tongue and that is not all:

The touch and touch will be so tightly, lightly
that you will barely shudder at first,
but eventually you will utterly become,
with infinite care,
the flowing poem which I could not write.

(After Neruda)

Méli 🐦

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