Recharging

Recharging

A Poem by Anne Martin
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65. from my Hot Tub series.

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Inner peace. Sneeze. Lie flat on a mat. Splat!


What's that?


The crow flies, you mean ...
Clean it off, Sokolov!


My assistant. She's insistent,

A new machine, we need, to clean
but she's not my maid, just an aide
can't stand tea stains.


She can't stand tea, full stop.


What a flop I am, to need an aide
when I don't get paid for what I do


She's a virtual aide, stupid!


Alexa's ugly sister, she took offense to that,
but in my defense, she's a little too prissy for missy.


Maybe I want an Alex.


Take me to the river, Alex. The scenic route.
I don't do scenery. Calculating route.
Get me there in no time flat,
won't clean the crows ...


Drinks beer.


That makes it clear.
I would rather have prissy Sokolov
who isn't afraid to get dirty.


Read me a smutty story, Solokov,
one that they get their kit off,
so I can get my rocks off.


Once upon a time there was this hot teacher ...


Ooh, I'm hot for teacher already, Sokolov, do continue.


Battery low. Shutting down.

© 2020 Anne Martin


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Anne Martin
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Added on March 28, 2020
Last Updated on March 28, 2020
Tags: nonsense, sex, impurity, heaven, thoughts

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Anne Martin
Anne Martin

The second circle of hell.



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After 15 years I have finished The Cult of Hahn. Editing time. Professional musician. Private person I love fantasy, especially dark sexy stories. more..

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