Assia

Stella Vine

Assia
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It began after his groaning—
Running down thru his body to his toes
Running down thru his skin out his asshole
Oozing outta the tips of his fingers

Ted snarling his lips at me—
Lifting up those mean wolfish edges
The pink-lipped tip of jaguar sneer
Undertow of submarine pike secrets
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All the Court Green dead wept—
The cemetery called out his name
He didn’t smile at me afterwards
His smirk mirrored his hatred

Then his smirk got worse—
Overflowing disembodying itself
Turning him inside-out away from me
Squirting his brains out for Assia
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Assia had her eye out for him—
I couldn’t help myself knowing how
Much he was busting his nut hard
Giving me a lame smirk afterwards

How touching it all was—
Him not being ashamed of himself
Fainting in her arms so cocksure
Without any guilty-feeling at all
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Touching his lips to hers—
While I sat in the cold flat alone
Thinking about his shameless
Showoff snotty love-making

Dirty diapers in the sink—
The gas oven for some heat
The water pipes frozen for days
The ghost of Yeats haunting me