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I cannot see myself
in their peerless eyes
as one nondescript cock
plunges through, into.
They moan,
not like they mean it,
but what difference
would it really make?
One nondescript cock
after another.

I am not them;
quite the opposite,
I see through crystal-clear
emotive, naive eyes
(red with dreams of love)
as one slow hand
places too much emphasis
on a good thing.

I bite my tongue
because it frightens me.

I am not them--
Yet I maintain the hope
that the camera was turned
when they smiled into the phone,
said "I love you too,
I'll be home in time for dinner".

I maintain the hope
that somewhere on the other
side of the screen,
a boy wondered
"whose daughter is that?"
and felt his gut turn lead-y
as she answered for herself.

Sex for money,
Sex for love,
but what difference
would it really make?

(maybe the woman,
she'll go home to her kid
and know what matters,
and what's just means to an end;
the boy, I hope,
will meet a girl
and devise master schemes
to hold her hand;
and if all other hope is lost,
at least I know
I'll mean it
when my eyes are closed
and my breath finally
shakes it's way into sound.)

Description
I cannot see myself
in their peerless eyes
as one nondescript cock
plunges through, into.
They moan,
not like they mean it,
but what difference
would it really make?
One nondescript cock
after another.

I am not them;
quite the opposite,
I see through crystal-clear
emotive, naive eyes
(red with dreams of love)
as one slow hand
places too much emphasis
on a good thing.

I bite my tongue
because it frightens me.

I am not them--
Yet I maintain the hope
that the camera was turned
when they smiled into the phone,
said "I love you too,
I'll be home in time for dinner".

I maintain the hope
that somewhere on the other
side of the screen,
a boy wondered
"whose daughter is that?"
and felt his gut turn lead-y
as she answered for herself.

Sex for money,
Sex for love,
but what difference
would it really make?

(maybe the woman,
she'll go home to her kid
and know what matters,
and what's just means to an end;
the boy, I hope,
will meet a girl
and devise master schemes
to hold her hand;
and if all other hope is lost,
at least I know
I'll mean it
when my eyes are closed
and my breath finally
shakes it's way into sound.)