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sacred oak manhood and semen-stained sheets
he'll melt your resistance with one half-raised eyebrow
he'll crush you and cherish you
long to possess you
inside you he moans
and behind you he cheats.

gossamer fine as the web of his vanity
gently his words will seduce you entirely
until you break down and you love him and him only
then he will leave
then he will tire
then he won't ring on a rough trader's whim
you are just hanging in there for love's fear of him
and his delicate ego his fingernail sanity.

sacred oak sheath hanging gossamer limp
wafting love's rubber incense and passion's confusion
he'll leave you this and a face and a name
for the stories you'll tell of his ways and inadequacies
when next you lie with new oak and clean sheets.

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