Poem for Sunday, May 05, 2024

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Poem for Sunday, May 05, 2024


Dreams fill my mind

remind me of my fictitious life

lived each night.


One night we met,

sat in the living room,

kissed and talked

until I went down

and sucked your cock.


In my mind, I live that moment again.






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