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Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Octopoem #5

Black
slippery silk
as cool as
nightfall 

Drapes
across
the bed .

Not far
from heated sighs

And the sound
Of a silver zipper
quickens

Shortly before
flesh meets
flesh .

A
scream
echoes
down the hall .

Is it he
or is it she ?

Now laying
in the wet spot

On the floor .

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