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Like calipers
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he divides my stiletto legs
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180 degrees
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porcelain thorns he labels them
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pillars for his hands
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to hold.
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As if to pray or seek forgiveness
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he bows to me
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merges forward
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until the cartilage
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of his nose deforms.
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I watch him work
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like an industrial machine
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or texas oil well
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indefatigable
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how he perforates and lubricates
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inch by inch
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exhaust of his breaths
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a furnace to my loins.
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From jelly to granite
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my breasts instantly turn
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my diaphragm my heart
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flutter
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faster than butterflies.
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I stab the sheets and
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gnaw at pillows
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my veins knot and swell
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we contort and tremor
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hand over mouth
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under the reeds of my hair
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I drown.
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9 Oct 16

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Raskol
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!!!
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I ll have what she's having
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Trump groped u
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v saucy  fixed my marriage

jk
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stiletto legs?

reminds me of a mills and boon book...(a furnace to my loins, etc)

i used to love that shit :-)

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