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Bed Post

knock back that pink
tongue black
crawling to my bed post
notch your way up the rungs
and swing from my rafters while
we play wrestle to the end
winner takes all
orgasms
but we dont play for keeps
we’re here to make friends
not dead ends
this is how to make me last
leave me guessing which hand you’re in
coconut mix up
trick to trump
dive bomb the intruders with
pillow stacks
ill save you, your majesty!
my queen!
they shall not take you!
not tonight
when we’ve said all the right things
no sidewalk cracks
and my drapes are drawn
my mouth is your home
we are fleeting

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About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

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