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the ugliest euphemism for sex
is pleasures of the flesh
of only skin clashing with skin
empty husks with broken cores
an apple eaten by a worm from inside out
the outer skin about to crumble in with the slightest touch
like the meat and bones do not matter
like the heart doesn't understand
doesn't crave doesn't want
there is only flesh and sweat and touches that reach nowhere
only regretful nights that lead to nowhere