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If I could, I would.

And if I would, I couldn't.

I want to feel you inside me,

even though I shouldn't.

I saw you standing in your blue dress on the table.

And I knew that if not now, I would never be able

to approach you.

To open you up like a bottle.

To ingest you.

To really let you throttle

my insides.

And then I knew that you would sex me right,

my sodium hypochlorite.