these late night hours. render me wordless. screw me. out of time and place. of night and sleep and never-wake. with my two hands. free. i wrench the lips of his mouth. fingers ply to lips and tongue. to not fight the shake of the skin and the shudder of the spot of the thing when its done. those silent stains that make bodies and eyes. teeth and laughter redundant.


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