Sharp edges of aluminum foil

[Mirah]

The aluminum foil has sharp edges
she used her tongue
the light in the hallway remains on
to kiss my lips
my feet are frozen from the ice bath
and lick my face
I ran for 5 miles
she used her hands
there was a rodent on the side of the path
and pressed them against my face
onlookers stopped to stare
holding my mouth
the trailer was weaving back and forth
dominating me
the fear shot through my legs and my chest
I submitted
I had difficulty catching my breath
yet here we both were
her shoes
wanting to be dominated
were in my
maybe there should have been a third
sleeve
there should always be only one master
the windows were torn
perhaps
above secrecy
but what do I know about this world?
no one is watching
I feel in adequete
the doors are closed
intrigued
it is midnight
sometimes
I came last night
it feels like too much
for 5 hours
I just want the end result
she slept in my bed
not the journey
my chest is tight
but the end result
my body
is soooo much better
feels good
if I've taken the journey
the hooks on the door
in the right way

 

[The Dork Lord]

I liked this.

 

[jack]

That was awesome, Mirah

 

[Mirah]

Thank you. Do you see what I did there? I will do it again soon. I mean with the writing.

 

[Conchaga]

Keep it up.

 

[Love Child]

Keep it up.

You really have to tell me to keep it up Chonchaga?

 

[Dark Pickle]

I look forward to reading what your next piece of writing.

 

[jack]

You really have to tell me to keep it up Chonchaga?

His hands get numb I guess.