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Used By Him



I was blanketed in lust.

Devoured from the inside with
   rhythmic perspiration.

Plunging deep, like a knife,
   on a cold winter night.

I lifted myself towards it like a glutton,
   head spinning all of a sudden.

He was striving towards some intoxicated hard earned moment,
   which I found Herculean and unnerving.

I've been thinking of how he looked in ecstasy,
   calling my name as if the two were the same.

Then he was gone,
   the blanket of lust stripped away without shame.

Cold and empty without shelter,
   it's just my body he's after.

Lick my lips,
   flip my hair
       Where the hell is my
           underwear?

J.M.

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