Catherine the Great Mounts a Winner | |||||||||
it is the sedation of desire that leads men to tired graves the back-breaking burden of quiet desperation when we touch i feel bone splinter like masturbating for the first time again without the tongue tangled bedroom lies remove the stitches and warm myself on blood-stained sheets those sorry old bedroom lies and tight-lipped secret blood ties admitting there's a problem is the first step, so we're still twelve behind lay naked near on top of your pictures after self-indulgent coitus choking on drywall nails and paint chips like poisoning Rasputin immune to those stark white thighs i'm riding this dead horse all the way to coitus or quietus and praying you're smiling with unwashed lips because i'm riding this dead horse all the way to coitus or quietus whichever comes first |
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