Saturday Dec 28, 2002

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the seventh night:

i let him shower me, shave me everywhere, make me how he wants. i let him write all over me. frost on my right breast, shakespeare on my left. byron on my ass. cummings on my stomach. bible psalms on my palms and feet. bukowski on my throat. an original on my cunt. i let him fuck me like that while the words melt together.
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tororo:
What happened?
What happened when all the words had melt??
kid_607_evil_ins:
thus, it endeth.

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