domysticated
a clearinghouse of dreams and poetry
2002/06/18
bunny
breasts molded into your grasp
like vanilla plasticine
i moved in tiny gasps
like girls in magazines
i lied and said 'oh just like that'
i'm supposed to, right?
just laid there, splayed there
while you played there
did it every night.
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