Sex and TeenageryA Poem by h d e rushinfor Huma Abedin
Things happen and not that I would stop it if I could. On second thought, I would. I would jump on the tracks like that man did in New York to save the crippled man, they both squished by the barrelling locomotive, but the cause so noble in tomorrows news.
Yet how does one know anything, especially the s**t you do with another person but to try it in the open. Or as my 260 pound cousin says "everything good that can happen, everything ordained by God, happens in spandex". And selling the apocalypse
is as easy as sucking the marrow from the bones of pork soup until you're blood pressure wanders off, 200 over 99 and you're toes disappear with the other endangered.
Where is it written that leggins should exist at all when planets and some animal species have yet to be discovered. The butterflies, evolved in America, are all awful failures to display themselves and then die. In other words if I say "I had always loved" then it's kinda true.
And nothing like Masters and Johnson, nothing uttered about the nature of human sexual response shall ever fall lovingly and softly
from the sky.
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