Sex for the Sake of it, No Tedious Lies

A word for the sake of it

A page for nothing.

The word so old we break it

lost in our fear and loathing.

My tongue meets your soul

your pleasure is mine.

My thrusts inside your filled molds

Bring sweet recovery divine.

10/10/14

Published by James J Jackson, Jr

I'm a poet and leftist political organizer from Sacramento, CA.

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