S[tough] {not now}

People are 

people and life ain’t what

messes with your 

don’t mind me, but people

do, and that’s the

truth.  And it’s life that’s 

truth, and it’s people who

lie mostly (on wet mattress of

sweat)

to tribesmen and women, or

maybe that’s really to

themselves: the slipperiest

heels being the home-

loving ones.

So bed me now; bed me

when you can; smoke out my

passion and my 

sex and my wretched desire 

to simply be

simply touched;

simply tonight;

simply fucked

by

you,

too;

by

two, you …

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