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By Star of David Date: 2015 Mar 01 Comment on this Work [[2015.03.01.06.55.7602]] |
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we spoke too much all those words are choking me now I remember you kneeling over me, your hand on your belt ready to unbuckle slip off your jeans and slip into bed and even there we were distracted by old conversations – I said lovemaking could wait that time and later your words flowing endlessly didn't leave room for skin touch – our high flown conversations that damned intellect so many -isms when more -asms would have done more good and left less hurt racism fascism federalism nothing escaped your sharp mind and sharper tongue we should have settled for more orgasms we were happier drinking smoking talking, talking, talking too much in love with the idea of ‘us’ our imagined fabulousness next time no talking darling mind fucks last too long. |