The Pressure of Musk
Body parts shifted.
Clothes unraveled.
Flesh rubbed and forced.
Tears fell while incubuses bread.
A broken limb.
A thrashed whim.
no pain.
A careless moan.
A rancid tone.
no sound.
This monotonous rhythm
Deep without forbearance,
Giving way to no pleasure,
Giving hope to no solace.
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