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The Pungent smells of Fucking
By silentninja
I don't want to talk anymore
Even though I talk to you
I don'
want to breathe anymore
those pungent smells disgust me
FUCK
has become the infamous word that holds a thousands meanings
and FUCK
is now the only word I want;
In bed
With you
To scream
and FUCK seems to be something I struggle to do
Maybe
I said FUCK OFF too many times
and it finally happend
was it
those pungent smells of when you farted?
was it all because of what
you did ---- for dinner?
was it ever any fucking good?
was
it because of your fucking huge sex toys?
No.
In
honesty I have lost my libedo
I know its been over four months
but
I really don't want sex tonight
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Copyright 2010 silentninja
Published on Saturday, October 16, 2010.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Wednesday, November 3, 2010, alex herewane
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wrote:
The body seems to have it's own clock and the mind sometimes clicks on and of without consulting us. Our bodies need to fuck and it will come round, the mind is more delicate, put yourself first and only do whats good for you. I love the subject and the honesty and the maturity of the person writing it.
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On Saturday, October 16, 2010, ubiquitoussoul
(346) wrote:
I liked the drive and rage in this force fed work..what a mouthful.. I have to say well done, I know it's got to be personal but I enjoyed it
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