Something New and Reflections of Fucking You

It was the only thing I knew.

It was being comfritable

While being miserable.

It was consistent sex.

Love

Was just a word.

Making love was defined

As

Harder

Faster

Deeper.

Simply good fucking.

Yet, that was all I knew.

I don’t know if I am up to learning

Anything…

New.

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