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Initiation


                                                Husky throats,
                                      Broad shoulders,
                   Toned biceps,
          Surrounding,
Enclosing.

Close your eyes,
Count to one hundred.
It'll all be over soon.

 Hands roaming.
            Eyes analysing.
                          Shafts hardening,
                             Bulging.
                                       Heart rate
                                                Racing,
                                                          Speeding.

                                   Close your eyes,
                   Count to one hundred.
It'll all be over soon.

Nails digging.
       Teeth biting.
                         Fingers pulling.
                                       Shafts penetrating.
                                                Hands grabbing..
                                              Smacking..

                                                                   Close your eyes,
                                              Count to one hundred.
                              It'll all be over soon.

This is really messed up.
No one deserves this.
It's not worth it...
Ow! What is that!?
Breathe, just breathe.
  Relax and breathe

Close your eyes,
                              Count to one hundred.
                                       It'll all be over soon.

Keaskia Thompson
August 11, 2013

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