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Monday, April 3, 2023

A Bear Musk

She barked coils of cumbrous gristle
endless sermons saturated in Sunday hanky-panky
chewed red scars into the fibrous meat of my heart
fuck you you coward she growled
beefy and self satisfied
her tits in bulbous distraction burdensome
her clothing a slaver's chains
crawling like some lesser ape
like something from my kaleidoscopic fantasy
gripping me in her gravid bulk
the heat of her unmanageable
a pulsar
a bear musk

in the wet dirt loathsome in my mad lust
I clawed for her like an animal
was eclipsed
fell in ephemeral flash like midnight's meteor
a brief consequence in the distant firmament
dissolving in her atmosphere.

TA 

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