06 September 2010


Discomfort 9/6

– then he pushed me against the wall
my hands against stucco – bruises welling
up – held me and fucked me

I’m not telling you this because it was fun –
because it was – or because I like the
attention – because I do – I’m telling you
so you become jealous of your lack of wall

Your lack of support – no hands around
your waist – no rough sandpaper hair
on your back – no cock

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