The wrenched wildness drugged,
he says; beyond orgasm,
he replies to himself,
not lying. Nothing clear.
Frail, unsteady, he says,
confused, embarrassed, beyond
the pleasure of senses, not quite lost;
the glee of non-sense.
Yet battering etches her.
Half-forgotten verbals filter
from a hoped for edginess,
then fade, expressed by tongues.
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