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A Poem by Alicante lullaby
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for Mommi.

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i used to think

there is something oddly masculine about

women who smoke,

about those plump lips

sodomised with that stub of a cigarette

and then that first one

your house Mommi

and the table under which you showed me

what my body was capable of doing

and our first times with that mini pack of K-2

 how you shushed me

under that table,ofcourse

it was like a conversion

like turning to a christian or a jew...

Oh my god,suddenly i felt so real,

so full and wide

like a potential avalanche

so alive like that suicide bomber on the screen

© 2011 Alicante lullaby


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How you shock with your startling pictures and frank exposes...lubricating our imaginations with delicious tight sodomy

Posted 12 Years Ago


such succulent dictation. seduced, then slapped.... your'e brilliant!

Posted 12 Years Ago


There is no match whatsoever for the honesty and impeccability of your words.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I hope, someday, to be the poet that you are

Posted 12 Years Ago


I love this and your writing I have fallen in love with .. so alive like that suicide bomber on the screen..

Chloe

Posted 12 Years Ago


Your writng never ceases to amaze me - the honesty , direct and sharp , and your voice , how it lifts the words from the page ..

Posted 12 Years Ago



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