a poem for today, 20 August 2012

a poem for today, 20 August 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of three sentences and its image]
Oral sex on a female is called cunnilingus, and there’s probably an art to it, but really, all you have to do is flail your tongue around like you have no arms and you’re trying to navigate though darkness with your mouth.
It was terrifying, like a horror movie where you run as fast as you can and think you lost the killer but just as soon as you get to the house and close the door behind you, he’s already in the room.
The only decision you'll have to make here is to pick one of the data recovery scenarios.

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