intellectualise?
man, i can't even think.
chest heaving, face hot
hands frozen over the keyboard -
throat closed -
language blocked
the only expressions I can find are
purely physiological
‘he makes me piss myself laughing... he makes my
legs go
like jelly –
you know my pussy's never been so wet?
mm hmm, mm hmm -
fuck me, it was hard’
and so over the sound of
sharp incredulous breaths
(a reluctant audience that doesn’t want to know)
I find myself, dirtied,
chest heaving - shit-hot - smutty-fingered - foul-mouthed
spewing filth over the keyboard
like a born-again whore
Friday, 23 May 2008
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