To A Friend On His Critical Moments
you do not touch anymore
my aquiline nose
red with blushing blood
are you not bored
talking about sex and blowjobs
with me as your
impatient audience?
please read to me a poem
about love and
affection...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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