The Game (poem)

The Game

Let us play a game
until you come to me in joy
for I don’t care about our naked selves
drunken under the stars.

We drank from beer bottles
and enjoyed each other’s mouths
uncorked, the contents spread out
licked, tasted, devoured on the bed.

Freely, but without support
like my bra which I take off
which supported me, if you wish
from me, for I’m a wreck

because of you,
my dear.

— The Finicky Cynic

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