my plea

Now I’m jacking off and I know why, taking you to the center of the dark that was a hit before your mother was born. Just can’t remember who to send it to for all her boyfriends used to come and call. Don’t touch me I’m a real live wire. It’s big and it’s bland, full of tension and fear and I’m floating in a beam of light with you, tell her of my plea.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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