Cascading icy metaphor of my misspent affection and refrigerated ardor.
Shivering water travels the fleshy slalom of my fulsome spine.
I watch my malnourished cock shrivel at torrent’s onslaught.
Smiling at irony well taken.
Manhood and feeling retreating.
Back inside their mumbling sanctuary,
while ghostly elegant fingertips trace angry red lines in chill skin.
Her breath on my neck.
Back you go, inside my rib cage.
Drop the soap, drop the mic.
Body’s clean.
Mind’s still filthy…
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