Rode into the words
on a cycle of blood
powered by the moon
Not my usual literary fare
but my eyes
and my hormones
could not stop ingesting
the primal stereotypes
engaging in an erector set
of positions and passions
as boundless
and as endless
as the impossible stamina
rolling across the pages
Insatiable
I read on and on
covers to covers
infinites of published orgasms
held in the bindings
of electric spines
waiting to be bent
3-October-2024
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 3 of 31 OctPoWriMo2024
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