Promiscuous
That icky feeling of desperation sneaks up on me like vomit
....vile and vendicating....
i am sick before its release and empty after i gag...
but what do i say after my mouth is all wet from slime...
and i am too embarrassed to clean up this mess...
i stare at the stickiness and open my eyes wide to the reality
that what's before me is nasty
and to make it look better I'd have to get my hands dirty....
pull out the ole saw dust and watch my goo cake over sweep away my bodily debris....and swallow the grit from the bitter taste
....vile and vendicating....
i am sick before its release and empty after i gag...
but what do i say after my mouth is all wet from slime...
and i am too embarrassed to clean up this mess...
i stare at the stickiness and open my eyes wide to the reality
that what's before me is nasty
and to make it look better I'd have to get my hands dirty....
pull out the ole saw dust and watch my goo cake over sweep away my bodily debris....and swallow the grit from the bitter taste
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