“you and me goin’ finish this.” he whispered.

his eyes filled with wet wanting and such

and me somewhere half devoured

on shapeless flats

wrapped in him.


and we played.

i mounting he

back arched



hard. impaled

and the rest.


and i found new gardens to rest myself in when i is weary.

when all i need is to wiggle my toes in soil

let some comfortable feeling settle in

breathe a bit more than a bit

then laugh.


and thats a more mighty thing

finding home in a new lover.

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