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The Throw Girls In Jail For That, You Know
I was suckling a pear and trying
not to violate too much halacha but, like, come on, you know? What is the juiciest fruit, what cream is richest? I want to be your best—or your worst, as long as I’m the Most! My legs don’t bend that way but for you, I am willing to break them! For only you, I am swampy, I am old growth and sugar cane. I would do anything for you as long as it’s useless. I would drink a finger drink a fist, a foot, a thigh! Aproned and becoming, I disobey the limits of my sex. Somewhere a man of the house occupies his chair, while somewhere I lose a boot. You could find it, if you wanted to, tumbled wanton before your feet, wherever they are. |
