Poem: No loneliness

The cold.

The warmth.

The squealing.

The screaming.

Thoughts, strange and potentially not right.

Tits.

And.

Asses.

Images.

Undoubtedly.

Pleasurable.

There’s no doubt.

About any of it.

Especially.

The tits and ass.

Because their so fucking good.

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