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DISCOVERING
Some fine, thin, painless cut.
like a cut in soft wood.
You go in with tongue and palate to
the pink flesh, so different from the illusory
pellicle on the belly or thighs.
And suddenly you discover the point of your own
vulnerability in this slippery heart that
beats relentlessly wanting to smash this perverse,
mere game of touching and tasting.
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