whack and sleep

“Take a hit, let that shit go.” Floating in the heat stretch air, rolling over sandstone hills, dancing naked in cotton clouds, moaning in verses of old rock and roll songs, don’t do anything at all, Dolores, her mother cried, burning a frozen steak, Dolores on the dotted line, really wanting, taking strides, dig out the dick from the man’s too tight slacks. Give it here, hit me hard, let me feel, the whack and sleep, get me out of here.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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