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January 20, 2005
Sisters in the nude ( to my lover's wife)
You see-we are sisters,
Bedding the same man,
You own him, and I rent,
In cluster of times, where
We find ourselves in motel rooms,
Undress quietly, and fuck all afternoon
He is our little boy,
I think, while he puts his
Head in my lap, and I stroke his hair,
He comes to me to play, for mischief,
And I let him, thinking about
The one I have at home,
We both play our roles,
You in a apron, in the kitchen,
Me, in a neglige, in bed
He does not spend a night with me,
He does not fuck you in the afternoon
You see-you are his mother,
And I am his toy
Posted by Idinraha at January 20, 2005 04:08 PM