He kisses me, it's

predictable what he wants --


That doesn't excite me.


Hij kust me, het isEr küsst mich, es ist
zo voorspelbaar wat hij wil --vorhersehbar was er will --

het windt me niet op.und das reizt mich nicht.

Poem S2050
Amsterdam, 2023-12-15
Big Eight (Vrouwkje Tuinman) - 2005
Novel "Grote acht" (route of two circles in dressage), chapter Twenty-three (years old)
Collection: Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 2000-2009
Keyword: Love: intimacy (physical) 
Tribute to: Tuinman, Vrouwkje 
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