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| Grand Marnier, Slightly Less Mysterious, Kirshenbaum Bond & Partners, 1995 |
prostituting desire by
dream sequence to find your prime number (a flash-fictional piece of me)
I found you looking through
my things. You pretended as if I had not caught your theft of my privacy. I
promptly disrobed waiting for you to notice my faux moaning the names of your
girlfriends, you had once said might have wanted me temporarily. At this point,
being a disposable sex object is something I would not object to. Panhandling is
grating on my nerves and there is just so much eye contact with empty minds I
can withstand. So, I say almost at orgasm, do you enjoy cleaning up or do like
making a mess. I’m guessing you bless yourself with both sides of that fence,
depending on the room size and whether the mini-bar is stocked with Grand
Marnier.
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