Born to fuck

I kept talking about love

but she talked of Henry Miller,

The Song of Songs, and the

Marquis de Sade

still I kept talking about

love but she talked of

erotica but I kept talking

about love, she was Mexican,

a Cundera, a healer,

she said , you should

take the Mother ayahuasca ,

it will help you

but I kept talking about

love and that scared her,

in reality I didn’t want love,

I wanted her cunt, and I

realised I was born to fuck,

just like her.

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