The fall

I wonder if my premonition was actually causality
I saw the pain coming
Was it a prediction?
Even pre dick in
I saw the sore pussy
Absorbing me
But I continued
Almost blindly
Hoping as I leapt
She’d meet me in the air
No more crept
We’d fly
Watch the tower and eat Crepes
Parisian is what we seeing
Accent and all
Accidental falls
Can’t grab anything
So smooth these accidental walls
I run I walk I crawl
To salvage what’s left
Beat me up to justify
Everything you saw
Leaving more than lust defied
Bruises feeling like a brawl
Glad I’m used to this slide
Never been too tall

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