An open invitation for polgynous love, gone are the days of sin, dive into Your pool of soured semen. Swim To the depths of oblivion and drown Yourself in meaningless romps Of lustrous desperation. Blinded By your own tostesterone, pheromones, the colleced trophies gathering dust, gather some more in a final thrust, splatter your territory and name it lost trust.
Karen Hayward ©2017 (image and words)
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