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For Beth, after anal intercourse (Free verse) by zodiac

This girl I know gets off on anal insertion. But she's not a bad person, really, and doesn't do it as often as some who do it for something other than fun. It's just that she'd rather be done from behind if a guy's inclined: in a stockroom on a night-shift, with her smock bunched up at her midriff. And of course, having tried it (once, though never as receiver,) I would like to disbelieve her: there's a dirty politics to asses, when cunt's fine enough, and I've trouble with mixing up pleasure and hurt - "Hush," she says, shrugging off her skirt, "hush, love - come, love. For nothing's certain but rare joy you take for yourself wherever you can find it. And if it's shared in the end's more fleeting than coincidence; so come, I won't mind it - and when you're there, I swear you won't know better or care."

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 17-Oct-04/2:49 AM
Dead? Yes. But often when the weight of the world hangs heavy on my shoulders, and Gatwick Village seems like such a desperate, lonely place, I look up to the sky, cradling my drooping buttocks in the palms of my hands, half-expecting, half-hoping, to see him soaring high above the clouds, red cape billowing insanely out behind. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No you wanker! It's superman! I know he's in a better place, wherever he is. Goodbye Christopher McReeves. Goodbye.




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