‘The Most Magnificent Pastime’

the most magnificent pastime

“He said, “I never want to pull out of you”
and I think I fell in love. What a fucked up thing to do.

And this wasn’t supposed to be a fucked up poem
but it’s turning into a fucked up poem
because I haven’t been able to cum in three years
without thinking of his hips sliding into mine: like first base,
like second base, like third base,
like home.”

‘The Most Magnificent Pastime’ by Trista Mateer

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