We Both Are Pleasured
You need to read.
I need to write.
You have to absorb.
I have to purge.
To what degree?
Until satisfaction.
I'm not here to question,
Either activity done.
Or which one of us benefits.
I give and you receive.
And we both are pleasured.
Why seek complaints?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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