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poem: terms & conditions

we sit at a small table in the corner of a desperate bar discussing pasts, negotiating futures, terms and conditions. i watch his lips move, he wants to fuck me, he whispers bareback, i am unsure. he is tall and handsome with good teeth and a nice smile, his eyes remain gentle, most likely married […]



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