Chair By The Wall

bedding and panties in lusty rapport,

bottles of music, my tremulous chore,

hoping to Hell my deliverance is paved,

rutting for Life in languorous ways.

Vigorous flesh searching my shame,

with pale blue eyes in wistful refrain.

my insides are rotten but head it feels light,

cursing and sweating and straining and right.

lay me down senseless,

my head on a wall.

envelop this Lightness

cry Darkness in! Crawl

crawl to me now, ignoring my stare

come crawl to me here, right here in this chair

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