May 1, 2021
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Awake in May — a poem
My alarm hollered at the crack of dawn
stirring me up
into a new day,
a new morning;
yesterday is gone
now the new month has come
yet nothing has changed:
the air still smells the same
my bed is unmade
Erotic stories and true-life tales involving interracial/cuckold entanglements and desires.
