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| untitled 4 the orchard a bullying heat bees abandoned apples a pock-marked broken plough you on your hands and knees skirt bunched around your waist your underwear still moist at the crotch hanging from a thorn your ass high anus exposed a tear of KY jelly illuminated and translucent your slit disgruntled like disturbed sand and your pregnant belly imprinted by wild grass you me as free as dogs my hysterically lust-filled cock tearing itself from between my legs orgasms semen running from clouded to clear dropping onto crushed flower heads (and the farmer who'd been watching unseen through binoculars thanked us next day and asked for a repeat performance) |
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