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I walk past a house. It is nothing remarkable. It's citrine paint is chipped and burned in some areas, and the broken windows remind me of a wounded animal, baring it's sharp glass teeth. The white picket fence has long given in to the wrapping, thorned weeds, and whats left of the wood is in a state of decay. I continue walking by the house. It is after all, nothing remarkable.

So I say fuck. Let's all say fuck. Fuck is such an erotic word. Too many people believe in romance; Sentiment; Love even. Not me. I believe in passion; Lust. It's real. You can see it- Touch it- Breathe it- Be it. It's REAL. Want me. Need me. Fuck me. It's real, it's physical! I'm real! I'm here! God, won't you look me in the eyes? Why should I be ashamed? Fuck you. So what if I'm vulgar. Fuck you. Do I offend you? Fuck off. Want me? Too bad. "Hey, if you ever need a good fuck, give me a call." Erotic? Aren't we all.

I hear your footsteps I feel your warm embrace I taste the coffee on your lips good morning....