gogyohka group

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 often its the same 

bullshit with me...

(can one curse in poetry...)

suppressing yawns

i clock out of work

.

'fellatio...' 

that word 

has me 

lassoed and 

hog-tied tightly

.

halfwatching 

some Robert Redford 

movie 

outside damp sidewalks

kissed by a nonchalant rainpour 

.
the nervousness of a virgin 
unzippin' his pants
the room 
overly warm 
as we do this 
.
my colleague 
well aware 
how much i 
lust him...
i really am quite incorrigible 

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