‘How was it?’
She asked after taking out my dick out of her mouth.
Well the night was accepting, the wind was growling in direction less passing…
‘Interesting, you know a thing or two with your tongue.’
She was on his back with open nipples towards Oblivion,
she was making the sounds of a sprouted bird…
‘Now have me…’
I had nothing to give except the transaction of traveled roads…
The pecker went into the comfortability…the senses merged with the Utopia of failures.
‘Keep that in…and look into my eyes…I have a new fear for you.’
She also had the habit of taking sex as a source of bewildered pondering.
‘Yeah, there’s a flow in you… there’s a piece of long chain in you…take these open legs….’
The day was rainy…and it rained…it rained…it rained,
even when the cloud seemed indifferent.

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Photograph: Man Ray.