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HOUSE OF LOVE
she lay there on the bed
naked, legs spread open
labia lobster red
her eyes those of a prisoner
serving a life sentence
we never said a word
it was like a mechanic
working on a used car
trying to put life back into it
failing to get a response
her eyes two headlights
burned into the ceiling
as if she were taking inventory
of all those there before me
a never ending long line
of raw sausages moving down
an assembly line
in a butcher factory
MODERN DAY TECHNOLOGY
she comes with instructions
plug into ac/dc outlet
mount when fully inflated
adjust speed to preference
at the height of passion
hold her legs back
with her soles pointing
at the ceiling
for best results assume
a sit-up position
drive in like a piston
push the voice box mechanism
to hear her scream
the warm fluid she omits
will tell you she has cum
pull out slowly
turn her upside down
slap buttocks soundly
clean up spill with moist cloth
deflate, put back in box
store in dry place until
ready to use again
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