Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku

August 8, 2011

Pretty white soiled dress

Filed under: Text — Tags: — Lilac @ 4:08 pm

You take my shoulder and walk me into the field; I’m made to kneel and beg Please give it to me!

Please give it to you? And you piss in my face and down my pretty white sundress. I cry because the dress might be ruined; you take me to a short, reluctant orgasm. I shiver and hate you in the warm morning. Is my dress going to be ruined?

You laugh: No, it’s not. Let’s wash it right now. As you launder the clothing you’d soiled I start to love you again.

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