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off the grid
jenakajoffer

we met in the car park, it was late
 1
his truck was breaking down
 2
he broke the bush in two hours
 3
 
 
his truck was red his neck was
 4
all ink, he was smooth
 5
like engine grease
 6
he glistened in the lamplight
 7
shot a smile that shattered my teeth
 8
 
 
his eyes were bright as fireflies
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cool as dew in a leaf-cup
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i wanted to drink him
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under the stars
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the way he held my chin
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slightly tilted between his
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thumb and forefinger
 15
the way he lowered my bottom lip
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i thought i knew what i liked
 17
 
 
my mouth is still open, wet
 18
like a jungle cat
 19
like when he first kissed me
 20
he put ice cream in there
 21
he held me steady, licked me clean
 22
under moonlight
 23
 
 
i snuck my fingers in
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his holes in the holes
 25
of his shirt
 26
he liked it
 27
his belly trembled
 28
i put birds in there
 29
 
 
he smelled like lemons
 30
i wanted sawdust
 31
i was awestruck
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i was buried in a nest of soft
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sticks i thought i knew
 34
what i wanted
 35
 
 
he was a simple man
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he wore a helmet
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pressed it against me
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he listened to my breath
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put my heart in a jar
 40
said i'm the only fancy
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he needs
 42
 
 
i curled up to him
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like dirty laundry, i wanted to
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strip him down to the wit
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there was no other way to be
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so i gave him a snail
 47
put pepper on his pillow
 48
and woke up with salt
 49
it just happened that way
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he showed me what i want.
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1 Aug 18

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A raunchy routine
 — unknown

you think so?
 — jenakajoffer

not sure what holes you are referring  to holes  in his  shirt or otherwise  lol
 — unknown

the holes in his shirt, but it's open for interpretation lol.
thanks, i may rethink that....
 — jenakajoffer

still at it... good

some lines are certainly redeemable

what we put in, what we take out

how we live

and never forget, hope-ful

i'd love to see you push more boundaries

fem/mas'wise

some-one is calling

adieu
 — OldShoe

oh hi old sock! wow nice to see you around here.

yes i could definitely push more boundaries, and i believe i do, just not in this one.
i'll see what i've got for next time :)

thanks for reading my tame ordinary, xo
 — jenakajoffer

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