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Skin,
Raw,
Going down between legs
As far as the eye can see
Sweat beads
Couch creaks
And time moves slow
Fornicating in what was taught to be
The ultimate sin,
The Queen of Spades is so close to I the Ace.
Almost there!- BUM! A questionable and ache
inflamed and infested the sweet plum of my face.
And now, it hurts on my back, the back body of the space.
