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Space Between the Moans

From a Collection Called "Muses"

By b. h.Published 9 years ago 1 min read

we have been on this dopamine binge

fucking fawns

human animals grin.

piss and cum soaked bed

fucking like we will soon be dead

my snake cock bled.

through these shedding days

hours go by

with a nicotine buzz cry

we try not to lie

as truth defies

this connection before our eyes.

black hole pupils pull us deeper

fucking harder

coming out

a submissive sheep in her

oh this soft allure.

she rides

moaning sighs as we collide

worries subside

climaxing again

I am named Ben

but what animal am I?

surreal poetry

About the Creator

b. h.

the lost words of b.h.

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    Written by b. h.