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Wordgasm
by Rebekah Russell
(04/09/08)
My idea of love is not altogether human
Then again, neither am I
I have an itch to scratch
A sweet spot,
than can only be reached by the sharp edge
of a pen
Creating it builds me up
Experiencing it finishes me off
Passionate writing penetrates deep
filling me past the flesh
Sex is nothing compared to the perfect
imagination fuck
I don't want your body
you can keep your mind
Come inside me with your words.
©2008 by Rebekah Russell
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Rebekah Russell is a lifelong resident of New Orleans. She writes for no other reason than to satisfy her soul.
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