Paper

It only took a pen

To rewrite the course

I spoke in ink

In sentences made of tousled hair

And arches bent

Back embowed

Disheveled when I bit my lips

In bursts of cumming in his mouth

Spewed like milk

Etched with his signature

I screamed his name on paper

 

 

 

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