The Moment After The Storm

The Moment After the Storm

Comes too soon. Hold me and this is not
water. To be loved like a side arm. Protect
me like an opinion. Anything is untrue
but our love is an ocean from the other
side. There are no boats. No storm. Con
vulsing in my bed, I can't cry. My friend
Ben says it becomes easier when tears
are perceived as eye cum. I can't orgasm
in any case. At the shooting range, the kick
back hits me from an ocean away. A bullet
that kills every fish in the barrel. The sheer
scope of a day is too much. Waking up
to go back to sleep all cock and triggered.
I didn't mean to hurt anyone or drown.

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