popping momentarily

Pregnancy and marriage, destroying dreams, crushing spirits while the freedom of the stage brought us together to escape reality collapsing. That’s how our love goes. Fighting back, refusing to be cornered, Jeff offended, asking for back rubs, disconcerting his waifs who let him crash in return for sexual favors, cast out again when the glow faded looking for fame in image. Breasts popping momentarily into view, threatening the possessive, exciting the crowd.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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