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New Day Swallows

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Banging out words
on the keyboard to me,
is so boring.
I prefer squeezing...
squeezing the quill.
If under the essence,
of my nightly swill.

As ink drops fall
on paper.
Sometimes in my mind.
With no letterhead,
or worn blotter.
Inebriated on lust. 

If I don't pass out,
from too much rum,
before the New Year. 
Her breasts heavy...
heavy on my thoughts. 
I stroke on third stanza.

Scribing into the dawn,
of the new day swallows.
Before resting between sheets. 
Blowing out the tapers.
I cum.

It matters not colloquy,
or tête-à-tête
Upper case or lower.
My soul arrives at many floors,
when scratching on parchment.
Her cunt adorned eloquently.
Pierced with rings. 

The subject matter...
whatever. 
Getting off second tier. 
Sometimes sensual,
other times neurotic.
Her hips directing me.
All in due course.

Scribing into the dawn,
of the new day swallows.
Before resting between sheets. 
Blowing out the tapers.
Yawning.

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