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Bermuda Triangle

   
 

When I tie myself in red

   
 

at attention near the foot

   
 
 

of your bed

   
   
   
   
 

Where I put the privilege

   
 

of loving you, watching you

   
 
 

from the edge

   
   
   
   
 

How I screw my body, twist

   
 

to get loose, my dick bigger

   
 
 

than a fist

   
   
   
   
 

While you trigger another

   
 

erotic shot, or phone up

   
 
 

the other

   
   
   
   
 

Whose turn to bone up freezes

   
 

my deliciously hung watch

   
 
 

in teases

   
   
   
   
 

And why your soft crotch only

   
 

inches from penetration

   
 
 

fights lonely...

   
   
   
   
 

Whatever liberation

   
 

brings is nothing to being

   
 
 

your Haitian.