The Stranger

The Stranger

inside the fleshy folds
of your sex machine
moans are deep and rhythmic
synced with the movement
of my body
your eyes, glossy

sparkling in the moonlight
pressed up
against this window
for a peek inside

with 6 shots of Jack
rushing to my brain
performing
a dance I know all too well

sweat gleams
in my effort to please
a body not worthy of a name

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