Silence

 
How does that feel?
so through the day without my words?
The itchy silence of the body........
which, now unused, hangs there and thinks........
when?


How does that feel?
so without my horniness through the day?
My itchy silence.....
do dry words not make you wet or swell?


Come here and fuck me......fuck me broken,
fuck me with a broken heart
silently your itchy body and mine.


And then forget the tears.....
forget me......and then miss my horniness in words
until they too are forgotten.

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Silence

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