Freshly fucked… a la Ode to dirt

I do not desire to be freshly fucked

like some constraint on raunch

mundane

staid

should it and I not be spicy as cinnamon

potent and raw

unbridled in the way we love

in the way we fuck

untamed offerings

I do not desire to be freshly fucked

like some clean thing

keep me dirty

make me messy

those hours of soiling, of spoiling

is what I want

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2 thoughts on “Freshly fucked… a la Ode to dirt

  1. Unrelenting and freed by consuming action,
    Active control reduces by measurable fraction.
    A call to be wild and devoid of stiffling armour,
    Can familiarity still be considered a safe harbor?

    Raw persona rarely leaves a sweet imprint,
    No subtle answers, compliments or gentle hint.
    Claims to be drowned with the gravity in refute,
    Tides in motion that demand notice and tribute.

    Mundane heat can start the inital thumping beat
    But does not provide the jarring ecstatic heat.
    Let us rage to the underlying twin unmatched drums,
    Dance while we can as the looming entropy runs.

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