Coitus: Faux Pas

Moans, as though uncouth dogs on summer,
Heaving, as though over-laden asses of Kisumu,
Awkward positions as though in torture of ants or enjoying a profound book,
Liquids that ooze forth:
filthy semen, cum and tears
and sometimes blood,
The exhaustion,
The emptiness,
The aftermath of such, animalistic act,
The longing,
The attachment,
The vanity veiled as love.

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About Wudz

A scribe. A psychonaut.
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