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  • Samuel Valentine
    • Jun 17, 2019
    • 1 min read

poem #6 jupiter

in amongst the summer grass I fucked you with my eyes

then in a net strung tree to tree we lay and played the skies


though I was far too scared of you to share in Thunder Fuck

i hid away, abstained from all. My ego ran amuck. 


i´m older now and freer too, until the next we meet.

well maybe then we’ll fuck for god and beat the queer cunt beat

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