the night is ripe
with its breast heaving in anticipation
and a moon illuminated like a g-spot
stars gaze down
glimmering eyes of direction
each one saying
"don't just finger-fuck me
put everything in"
i turn up a Roky Erickson song
spin my wheels into the middle lane
and look away from the oncoming traffic
i can only orgasm when my life is on the line
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