They heard the scream in Bremen,
Some poor soldier spilled his beverage.
That kind of friction burns up semen,
I used both your shoulders for leverage.
It's hard to comment with your face in the wall,
Just chalk it up to experience and leisure.
Better fix that hole or the whole thing will fall,
Better to lose a house than not to please her.
I wonder how far this leg will bend back?
At least I have a stocking to grip.
Joints and cartilage can be put back in track,
But it's hard to clean a bloody drip.
This noisy collaboration may some day get old,
But it beats living days in sorrow.
But once we're done and your body gets cold,
I guess I'll see you tomorrow.
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Author Earlhopkins
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I really loved the vibe from this piece. I felt like I was walking a dark infested, grimy back alley of Whitechaple and was witnessing this take place. There was something about this that was sinister and comsuming but it was oh so satisfying. It made my hunger for a darkness.
Glad that you entered this!
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