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Climax THE RAIN AND ITS DROPS CAME DOWN.
THE RAGING, ROUGH WAVES WAVED BACK AND FORTH AND FORTH AND BACK UPON THE ROCKS.
TIMES PASSED, AND TIME PASSED, AND TIME PASSED, AND TIME PASSED AS IF TIME WAS PASSING AND BEING TOLD BY A THOUSAND CLOCKS. ORGASMS ORGASMED LIKE A CYNDI LAUPER SONG, TIME AFTER TIME.
SCREAMED LOUDLY THAT WHAT IS HERS BELONGS TO ME, WITHOUT ME HAVING TO ASK IF IT IS MINE!
HAD TO COVER HER MOUTH SO THE NIEGHBORS AND LORD HIMSELF WILL NOT HEAR HER CALL OUT THE LORD’S NAME IN BLASPHEMY.
BUT IN HER LIKE A CHILD BEING BORN RETREATING TO EMBRYONIC STAGE, SO AS THE MASTER OF HER EROTIC DESTINY, WHO ELSE MIGHT I BE? SCREAMS SHRILLY SO SOUNDLY THAT AM SURE DOWN THE BLOCK THE NEIGHBORS HEAR US.
IF THEY CALLED THEM, PLEASE WARN THE COPS TO NOT COME NEAR US.
BECAUSE IF THEY DO, WE KNOW THAT IT WOULD BETTER TO BE CAUGHT THAN TO RUN.
AND IF WE ARE ARRESTED, SOME FOOL MIGHT ASK WHY WE DIDN’T TRY TO ESCAPE, AND I WOULD REPLY MATTER OF FACTLY, “WE WERE NOT DONE.”
CLIMAX… - by the Greatest Poet Alive
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