Content warning! Contains themes of sexual acts.
New Year, Old Habits
My roommate isn't even up so I'm suffering alone.
Surrounded by things I should or could do, enticed by none.
Feelings of responsibility.
Piling up.
Am I writing a poem right now?
Without relief, I cling to the idea that one day this will all be over.
And that I...
Shall finally...
Suck on your tiddy once more.
Poem complete.
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