The Anyplace Adress Poem by Andreas Classen
The Anyplace Adress
Hey You!
I am Your dream.
I am Your nightmare.
I will be right there.
I'll make You scream.
It'll feel great where
ever You want.
I want?
I want You!
It might just be one of those dinner-only things
Too much sex makes them uneasy.
You're radiating it too dense
Sweating it out of every pore.
All your show makes no sense.
You're so wild and free
but still
a slave to your dick.
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