Stagefright
at the porcelain.
So aware of that foul wanker next to me.
i wait to release,
to empty.
stagefright delays
yet 2 hours later
readily embrace the hand of a woman
to steady that stream back at my place.
thinking we like cows,
squeezing,stemming the flow
to my uncomfortable repremands.
Shaking.
The horror
of piss on their hands.
the nervous laughter
that they done right.
there's a good girl,
that's the spirit,
you're gonna get fucked.
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