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Yesterday Balance
by Dean Pasch |
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Balance matters and some matter mixes pain with indifference Does she trust him? Does he trust himself? Stretching now backwards. Stretching backwards, `till the snap back; and between electricity and dust, they balance in elusive certainty. He aches and shivers free, resisting emotion like opposing magnets. Losing a phrase he praises yesterday perception. Gathers apart the creased and scattered neglected caress. Rubber rubs against his cock. Makes a mark on her thigh, an interesting design. Warm cascade of smelly desire stretches desire backwards. Calm mind conflict flicks his come, shatters perception. Black out Fade in: The yesterday balance |
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