Yoghurt Covered Lies – Twisted Prose

leather trails along my hide,

forsaken grimaces,

illuminating wisdom,

you cough and I relent,

give back not take away,

I was lonely when you came,

I was lonelier when you stayed,

a pocket protector without a pocket,

somewhere different,

something stale,

yoga infused cum shots,

masturbation is not denied,

but pleasure cannot be made…

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