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Bible-dipped flesh
Turkish jade, resting upon your left nipple, I put my scissors away, uninvited, I attack your estranged form, Sanctimonious, repressed, you dodge my teeth, my raw hunger, my porous desire, I like you even less than before, your bible-dipped flesh, as uncomfortable as the slats beneath our mattress.
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