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Dripping it’s been over counter and floor,
into gullets they drown, gulps of lust and shame.

Their hidden texts; Facebook posts
blare ghoulish smiles, arms-around hilarity.

Step up, come on guy…lover, lover
turn around now….maybe, baby I’m waiting

by the speakers, leaning on the wall, see me here?
Hey lover, put down your beer. I need your mouth.

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