Prostitutes, Puppets, and Memories…
Disjointed desires…
I fucked a hooker that looked like you today
She sounded like you too
Soft squeaky voice
Cute moans and groans as she grew moist
I kissed her filthy lips
pretending it was you
My puppet doing as I pleased
At first she seemed disjointed
Then just like you she actually enjoyed it
A splash that rivaled what I did to you
It set me free
To have you at a whim once again
Even if I was just playing pretend
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I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
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This reminded me of the time when I was staying in the hostel during my university time. I was craving so bad for a burger but I couldn't get it. I only had corn flavoured bun so I ate that while imagining it was a burger, lol. Loved your poem!
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