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The Hot Job (Free verse) by peaceseeker
he turns me on when he keeps his temper when asked to stop talking with no pause for listening and would argue against that, too. he puts swords in my back when smothering me with affections with sexual intentions fucking wins him power but i won't give it up. he turns me off when he leads me to his new lover proud she is older and richer his lovely new sugar mama disguised as simply a "hot job" he rubs me the wrong way when he touches my eye wrinkle to point it out while I'm driving because he has no social skills and will not admit to his pain.

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